I eat with Marcus and Eva that evening drinking some unnamed German firewater around a campfire the size of which will never be repeated without malice by sober people...Marcus has been in Spain many times guiding groups and marks all the sites he knows of on my map including quite a few in Portugal. The drums tell us that night the guy from yesterday has a broken hip and will probably quit flying. So his life is over anyway really with no flying huh? Told you. I may as well have pinched his nose.