A big man with no arms or legs has fallen on his head and lay resting there for all to see. The statue imposes itself upon the concrete it rests upon looking solemnly off into the ocean. The rest of the place is filled with brightly coloured life sized cows that light up the otherwise overcast city. Some parts of Vigo have abandoned buildings with windows missing and overgrown plant life taking back the human construction. The greyish buildings are filled with the usual shops that have multiplied to city in the world, but there are enough statues and luminous cows to keep the walk through the centre of the city interesting. Parque Do Castro is situated on top of a hill overlooking the settlement and reveals itself as a sanctuary from the unmotivated buildings.
The view overlapped past the ocean to reveal the usual hilly landscape on the far shore. The park itself was beautiful and a lush green that reminds me of the English countryside. At the parks centre there are three huge anchors with an inscription Os’ Galeons De Rande 1702-1967, and I sat and thought looking through the massive structures whilst the weather changed for the worse. I left for the ship as the rain started to pour.