I went out this evening to kill 2 birds with 1 stone.
I wanted to find out where the journos might be reporting from tomorrow, so I headed for where the journos normally frequent. And much to my disappointment, I could not see a single media reporter, not one.
The place was fairly lively, but apart from the restaurant, the main attraction was live football on TV. Chelsea 2 Tottenham 2. And now the fairytale story has come true and Leicester City are Premier League champions.
So that takes me on to my second reason for going, which was a visit to Luz by Heriberto Janosch. I would not normally name names, but I see Heri has already posted on Miscarriage of Justice, so I am free to report what happened.
We had a long, wide-ranging discussion over many aspects of the case. Like myself, Heri has little interest in the McCanns v Amaral trial, roughly on the basis that tells us very little about what happened to Madeleine McCann.
I learned multiple snippets of information that I was previously unaware of. Just to pick one example, Heri was able to point out that there was no equivalent of Crimewatch 2013 broadcast in Spain. Given that it is around 2hrs to the Spanish border, and that the PJ did not seem to arrive until 3hrs after Kate McCann raised the alarm, and that there is no check on those crossing the Portuguese/Spanish border, Spain is one potential destination or transfer station.
That means I need to update this blog with a Spanish version of the transcript of the 2013 Crimewatch. I’ll do that when the 9th anniversary has passed.
At the moment, I need to jot down some of these snippets, otherwise when I wake up in the morning, I will have forgotten a lot.
The plan for tomorrow is to be down around block 5 by about 10am to see if there is any activity. I have a couple of background tasks in the area if this does not materialise.
My regards to Heriberto. He started at 6am yesterday morning, went to Madrid airport, flew to Lisbon (and even that helps me on a point that has been puzzling me), got on a 4.5 hour bus journey to Faro, and arrived in Luz around 5.30pm. That is what I call stamina.
Judging by the big black rings around his eyes, the day took its toll, but we intend to meet up tomorrow for another session.
Whilst I did not get all I wanted, all in all it was an enjoyable experience, so I am looking forward to tomorrow.
I have 2 concerns. First, the forecast is 27C tomorrow, which is a bit beyond what I feel comfortable with. Second, having walked up some very steep inclines to get home, I can feel my calf muscles beginning to tighten. My capacity is clearly limited. Oh, the joys of getting old!