Only 10 hours later, and we were off again. With our bags stuffed into the car, this was the team (plus me):
Miguel, Marco and Tiago.
Miguel, Marco and Tiago.
And, of course, Doblo, the car, which Tiago had bought recently. It felt so free, to get into a car and just drive off. We zoomed off south, stopping in a little white-washed village for a traditional lunch in the heat. We stopped at a couple of beaches to admire the expanse and beauty of them before returning to Sines where there was a traditional party going on. This reminded me of the one in Greece, because all ages were in the square, dancing away to “Pimba” music, which is something like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nk02oXPONW4. We bought some salami, bread, cheese, grapes, etc, and found a small hidden beach nearby with an explosive sunset (see picture) where we ran about in the sand before settling down to a dusky supper, with the stars coming out and the moon nearly full. We drove on down a small farm track to a thin beach with a river running in the middle to the sea and orange cliffs either side.
(If you are still being subjected to the Pimba song, change it for something more like this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMKHMcS7X3g. THIS SONG MEANS A LOT TO Me! TIAGO ALWAYS plays this... aww, it hurts to hear this.)
So, we put out our sleeping bags and our blankets and set up one long bed together on the beach (see pic). Again, the stars, the stars! Were so bright. We were all in a rather mellow, silent mood this day. It was quite nice just to watch the landscape and think about life.
The next day we set off again, southwards. I cannot remember everything we saw. But we stopped at many viewpoints with the most fantastic views down the coast, and stopped at several little towns and villages to sniff about. I wrote a Portuguese poem. Don’t know if it makes sense, though. Bigger towns were getting more touristic now, so we tried to avoid this. Having purchased fish and crusty bread, we set off again finding a small dirt track that bumped us down along to a ruined fort. I cannot describe this, people! It really just yank the breath out of you, I could not believe I was there. Picture a cliff edge with a beach on one side and more rocks on the other, very high up, and a sandy fort that has been ruined by time perched on the cliff-edge. At the bottom of the Fort was a terrace, about five meters by two, with a bit of shrubbery. Here we set up a little fire and cooked the fish under the night sky, with the sea air blowing and the full moon making reflection on the water, and THE STARS, of course! We set up tents and snuggled up. I swear I heard a ghost. By this time, my camera had run out of battery, que pena!
The next day we found a beach that had quite a lot of people on it so we swam around to the caves where the water was crystal clear and, under the caves, because of the light, bright florescent green. It was a classic “Algarve” landscape with blue skies and orange cliffs. Later on we drove to Monchique where there is a view across the Algarve, you can see from Faro right around to the East Coast. There is a special font here.
We caught the bus home from Portimao, because Tiago was staying on in the south. It was such a great trip, with lots of little jokes and funny times, sun and ... oh, happiness.
(If you are still being subjected to the Pimba song, change it for something more like this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMKHMcS7X3g. THIS SONG MEANS A LOT TO Me! TIAGO ALWAYS plays this... aww, it hurts to hear this.)
So, we put out our sleeping bags and our blankets and set up one long bed together on the beach (see pic). Again, the stars, the stars! Were so bright. We were all in a rather mellow, silent mood this day. It was quite nice just to watch the landscape and think about life.
The next day we set off again, southwards. I cannot remember everything we saw. But we stopped at many viewpoints with the most fantastic views down the coast, and stopped at several little towns and villages to sniff about. I wrote a Portuguese poem. Don’t know if it makes sense, though. Bigger towns were getting more touristic now, so we tried to avoid this. Having purchased fish and crusty bread, we set off again finding a small dirt track that bumped us down along to a ruined fort. I cannot describe this, people! It really just yank the breath out of you, I could not believe I was there. Picture a cliff edge with a beach on one side and more rocks on the other, very high up, and a sandy fort that has been ruined by time perched on the cliff-edge. At the bottom of the Fort was a terrace, about five meters by two, with a bit of shrubbery. Here we set up a little fire and cooked the fish under the night sky, with the sea air blowing and the full moon making reflection on the water, and THE STARS, of course! We set up tents and snuggled up. I swear I heard a ghost. By this time, my camera had run out of battery, que pena!
The next day we found a beach that had quite a lot of people on it so we swam around to the caves where the water was crystal clear and, under the caves, because of the light, bright florescent green. It was a classic “Algarve” landscape with blue skies and orange cliffs. Later on we drove to Monchique where there is a view across the Algarve, you can see from Faro right around to the East Coast. There is a special font here.
We caught the bus home from Portimao, because Tiago was staying on in the south. It was such a great trip, with lots of little jokes and funny times, sun and ... oh, happiness.
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