40 km today. I tried to get in Porto yesterday, but I was too tired and fell asleep 12 km away from the city. The weather still helps me. At noon, the sun burns me. The loneliness, however…well, I do talk to cats and dogs. Most of all, I like the chats I have with my shadow. Sometimes I just sing. Looking at the sidewalk, I noticed small white shells. “Porto is not far”, I thought. In the evening, I passed through a village. All men were gathered near the church and in the cemetery. Perhaps because of boredom or because my brain got sunburnt or something like that, I imagined that these villagers are actually vampires at night. I put the tent in some kind of park – there was more concrete than grass, but it no longer mattered. I slept like a log.