I suppose I should have planned for more half days or something, because when I woke up to thick, cold fog over Portomarin and got out of my bed, my knee complained with a loud and crunching noise. Seems the downhills the last couple of days had done more damage than I was aware of. No way was I going to set off on a 25 km plus walk with it. So as much as I hated to do it, I shared a taxi straight to Palas, where the hostess very kindly let me into the room two hours early. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I hid under the covers to try to get warm.
I did get a few non-walking things done though: I took a lateral flow covid test, changed my bus ticket to Porto airport so I could get a PCR test done at the airport before departure*, and added luggage to my ticket so I could pack my poles rather than send them in the post and get charged again when they arrive. I had also had a nice lunch and it rained, so I couldn’t sit outside on the nice decking and people watch. One positive thing was that with rest and a knee support, the right knee felt a bit better at least. I decided to try to get to Melide the next day, anything more would be a bonus. Other than that I was just going to have an early night, rest properly and basically write the whole day off. Yes, I was grumpy.
* More of covid pre-flight testing later