When running a business, it pays to associate and be seen with those who are more successful at what they do, than you. Getting up close can often result in a little of their special star dust rubbing off and adding some missing sparkle to your own enterprise.
The Atlantic seaport of Aviero markets itself as Portugal’s Little Venice. As a result, it attracts visitors (that’s why we’re here), by the boat load. All eager to sample a taste of something that resembles the real thing, even though it clearly isn’t. How could it compete, with only three canals to its name. Yet the ploy works wonders.
Boat after boat emptied and refilled. Contents taken for a spin. Literally. No romantic and graceful forcula motion. No time for that. A diesel outboard motor propels the paying visitors along the opening straight at a rate of knots that would give Usain Bolt a run for his money.
Despite its lack of canals shortcomings, the town does hold a certain charm.
A street artist, all togged up and perpendicularly posed, hopes to earn a little cash for his golden enterprise. His lifeless eyes, as expressive as a bronze corpse, defy life. A young couple go to pass by, then change their minds. A photo opportunity too good to miss. She’s wearing a silky slinky navy number. One side, split from ankle to upper thigh. He readies his camera as she throws her long black hair to one side. It’s going to make a great photo. Neither have noticed the begging boat in front that’s been accumulating significant contributions.
She stands a metre away from the ‘statue’. Thinks better of it; sidles up closer. Places a hand on the cyclist’s shoulder. Gets comfortable. Readies her practised smile as both camera and face focus on one another. There’s a three second pause before he makes his move. Rotates his head towards the woman. Just enough so that she’s aware from the corner of her eye. The penny doesn’t drop. Not immediately. It just hovers above the ground. Suspended between their heads by her disbelief. When it does, it’s as if she’s just touched a live wire. A sudden jolt of reality kicks in. Almost lifts her out of her high-heels. She reels away. Hand to mouth.
Many of Aviero’s buildings show off their tiled exteriors. Adding a decorative appeal and an extra layer of waterproofing.
At the end of today’s journey, it isn’t until Mr S checks into Parque Campismo da Penha, that he discovers Beastie took a route up to it’s summit of 613 metres (2,011 ft), not recommended for motorhomes. Due to a technical issue with the onboard camera, no footage was recorded. Pity, since Mrs S gave birth to several kittens during the ascent.