quarta-feira, março 16, 2005

Afinal, foi ainda hoje...

... mas achei irresistível a opinião do Guardian Unlimited sobre Trás-os-Montes.
Aqui vai um excerto:

An old man with a leathery face leads a herd of wide-horned bullocks home after a long day in the fields. A horse-drawn cart stacked high with hay and bundles of firewood meanders down the road.

These are scenes from everyday life in the heart of Tras-os-Montes (meaning "Beyond the Mountains"), a neglected rural backwater in Portugal's far north. A wild and rugged place, it is one of Europe's most remote regions, with many of the buildings being former monasteries. The people there are a tough breed, and many have faces as hard as the granite terrain that surrounds them. But their toughness masks a warmth and hospitality.

Tras-os-Montes is Europe at its most rustic. Surrounded by three high mountain ranges, it was cut off for centuries. The region is so remote, even Napoleon Bonaparte regarded it as too hard to conquer and passed it by. Most visitors to Portugal do likewise, heading instead straight for Porto or the fertile, terraced valleys of the Douro River, or flying direct to the beaches and golf courses of the Algarve.

It's their loss.

Pois é.
O restante pode ser lido em http://travel.guardian.co.uk/countries/story/0,7451,921715,00.html.

Agora sim. Até amanhã.

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