Once in Braga, we decided to go directly to Bom Jesus do Monte, the main reason for our trip there. It lies in Tenões in the outskirts of Braga town on a mountain with an impressive staircase. Braga was said to be the oldest archdiocese in the country and probably one of the oldest in the world. It was perfect as the bus stop was conveniently located just outside the train station (Rotunda Estação I) and it showed on the monitor when and which bus is arriving. We took the bus (Linha 2- Destino, Bom Jesus and it cost 1.60€) which was pretty empty and it brought us directly to the foot of Bom Jesus do Monte. Besides us, there was only one Chinese tourist. I didn’t want to hike up the 116 meters high baroque stairway, which is basically a tourist attraction in itself, so we had to wait for about 15 minutes for the funicular that just gone up a moment we step out of the bus. The funicular is impressive enough as it is the oldest of its kind in the world. Built in 1882, it races up the 300-meter slope in just three minutes. It is run on a counterbalancing water system where it fills with water to counter the weight of the opposing car, causing it to fall towards the bottom where the water is then let out, and then the cycle is reversed.
Arriving at the top, we were right in the mist. The place looks even more surreal and exciting. Not often do you get to see a place such as that and in such a fantasy-like atmosphere. The fog gave the area a different ambience. You could then see only the silhouette of various statues and the church. After a hundred or so pictures, we moved in to see the church but unfortunately (again), we were whisked away after a minute since they are closing it, but there was a souvenir shop next to it where I also got a collectors coin of the place. We walked around and soon the fog let up, we descended the stairs and waited for our bus. Another interesting thing on the stairway are the fountains dedicated to The Five Senses where the water comes out of the different parts of the face (sight, smell, hearing, touch and taste).
At the bottom back at the bus stop, there was no timetable, but our guidebook says that the bus runs regularly. We waited a bit, and yes the bus arrived. We went down somewhere the city centre. Looking from the bus, the city looked grey (it was raining) and didn’t really seem promising to me, so we decided to go look for the bus station and went directly to Guimarães.
From Braga to Guimarães, one can also ride the suburban train (comboios urbanos, first with Braga Line then with Guimarães Line). But that would take a whole lot longer than taking the bus. We got off near the station in Braga but couldn’t readily find the bus station. We were running out of time, and we sprinted to the next corner where we thought the bus station could be. It was bit shady, and there were some stalls around almost like in a small market back home in the Philippines. Unfortunately, there was no clear sign where it could be. Thanks to the most reliable Lonely Planet, we were eventually directed to the right place.
We’ve already picked out a quick bus where the route takes only about half an hour. However, we were running late and threatened to miss the bus. The bus station in Braga, in such situation, was not much of help, because unlike the other bus stations in Portugal, it was more confusing (also not beautiful). It reminds me a bit of the bus stations in Manila. We were there in the hall with several counters of different bus lines with some varying timetables but no monitors indicating which bus, which platform and destination. We asked at one ticket counter and was surprised to know that it will take an hour to our intended destination. Then we went out and saw at the platform (another) bus leaving for Guimarães. We noted the bus and platform number, run back to the ticket counter, were told that we can get the ticket from the driver, ran back to the bus and told again that we had to get our ticket at the counter. I thought I have a déjà–vu, only that I was fully aware that it happened to me before in Pasay City at the Victory Liner terminal. Hah! Well, then we ran again to the counter in the hall and asked for the tickets. It was the right bus and right counter now, and fortunately, the bus driver waited for us. It’s a system that I have never understood – you have to have bought the ticket before, but usually, you buy it at the counter and get on the bus or buy it from the driver. Anyway, the worst case scenario would have been like waiting at this shady bus station, get mugged (lol ) or going back to Porto then to Aveiro. The latter option would have been alright. The ride at last with Rede Expressos (6€) was pleasant, and the bus was very comfortable. We arrived at our destination in no time.