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Little Donkey

In a world before fridge/freezers how did you store your food?  Peasants used salt and created 365 recipes for salted cod fish, but royalty used ice.  Ice houses were built in locations around Portugal and snow compacted within them to form large blocks of ice.  This ice was then transported by donkey or cows to the river, then onwards to the royal family. 

Santo António da Neve in the hills above us was one of the places famous for ice, ‘Neveiros’ the snow farmers (so to speak) worked all year to cool the food of the high born. 

The ice blocks made a slow journey from the top of the mountain down the donkey tracks to the river.  How the ice didn’t melt in the heat of the day is beyond me.  

There are still hundreds of ancient tracks in the mountains here and I recently walked one to take a donkey to his new home. 

Friends of ours rescued an old female donkey last year and have been searching for a stable mate for her. They finally found one on the other side of the mountain.    What do you do when you need to move a donkey from one location to another and you have no animal transport truck to move them? 
Well, you walk of course!

Xisto (or Mr Xisto or my name for him ‘monkey donkey’) was being handed over from his old owners to our friends in July.  

We met them on top of the mountain to do the formal hand over.  Mr Xisto had already been walked miles from his home to the top of the mountain, rested overnight he had the other half of the walk to complete.    My friend Ingrid and I decided to join Mr Xisto and his new owner for part of that walk.

It wasn’t easy, the quickest way down the mountain is also the steepest!   Mr Xisto was not happy as he picked his way down the narrow track.  

It was hot too, water stops were much needed.  But donkeys are such amazing trusting animals.  He followed our lead and Ingrid did a super job or propping him up when he needed her to lean on.   

We walked for two hours, met a group of goats, sling shot some stones at some very nasty dogs and learned that Mr Xisto stops when there are hornets having a go at his flanks.    

We felt like we were walking in the tracks of the Neveiros’ – the romantic image of walking in the shadow of the ancestors of Portugal, with a donkey in the afternoon heat sustained our sense of humour.  I am sure these ancient tracks are long gone, but the sentiment was there.

Instead of stopping after two hours we carried on and on, and took Mr Xisto almost all the way home.  But with the light fading and feet hurting and backs aching we decided to call it a day and his owners camped overnight on the mountain top.   Mr Xisto and his owners got up at dawn the next morning and walked the last part of the journey to his new home.

Mr Xisto is settling in his new home with his stable mate very well.


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