The five of us headed to Poncebos, just over an hour away, and enjoyed a coffee whilst hordes of folk set off on the path to the gorge. It took all morning to pass them.
Apparently the cloud was down to around 1800 metres, but this didn't hinder us on what was another fine day.
We met other Collett's clients as we progressed towards Cain, on the southern end of the deep cleft through which a canal runs deep and fast, providing hydro electric power for the area.
The gravel path is wide but it has steep drops that are reminiscent of Madeira's leads.
Lunch was taken by a busy bridge, from which Andrew retraced his steps, armed with instructions on how to order two (one would apparently be too hard) beers on his return to Poncebos.
Meanwhile, the rest of us found an ice cream shop in Cain. Sue found a cuddly cat. Then we returned by the same route past goats to join Andrew and his two beers.
Later, another lovely evening was spent on the Collett's table at Posada de Curcal.
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