Filipe Cardoso

A week following the Alva River on foot, on the Grande Rota do Alva (GR51). On the map it is 75 km — we did almost 100. Between river beaches, morning fog, brutal heat inland, nettles, and dubious “shortcuts,” this trail was much more than just scenery: it was a string of unlikely encounters. A gate that opens on an uphill climb, a beer that appears when the water runs out, a 92-year-old party in the middle of nowhere... and, in the end, the Alva meeting the Mondego.

Three iterations of an imaginary medical promo film as it is reconfigured via the internet.

A week following the Alva River on foot, on the Grande Rota do Alva (GR51). On the map it is 75 km — we did almost 100. Between river beaches, morning fog, brutal heat inland, nettles, and dubious “shortcuts,” this trail was much more than just scenery: it was a string of unlikely encounters. A gate that opens on an uphill climb, a beer that appears when the water runs out, a 92-year-old party in the middle of nowhere... and, in the end, the Alva meeting the Mondego.

Three iterations of an imaginary medical promo film as it is reconfigured via the internet.