(but wait for the intro bit to finish in the song above)
Early the next morning we all set off, our bags brimming with tents and sleeping bags and odd bits and bobs. The weather was not too good but, in true English fashion, we pushed on too Setubal, taking a lumbering coach to the little city. Here we bought couscous and veg and set off to Arrabida. Leaving a second bus, we followed a road that curled round a wooded bay that pushed a green mound right into the blue sea and hid little golden patches of beach. Off we went, chattering away, with our homes on our back, until we followed a small overgrown path down to a little bay where there was nothing except dog prints in the sand and a view of the coast stretching away. We walked into the woodland that met the sand and found a sandy platform among the trees, where we set up the tent. After a free naked swim in the cool clear water and some relaxing in the sunshine, I went walking in the wilderness. I crouched under the plants and looked up to the orange cliffs through the green leaves with the blue sea on the side hitting the rocks. I felt so hidden in nature and so happy! Then we set up the barbeque. Amazingly, within an hour, we had a hot plate of couscous with vegetables with bread and fruit, watching the sea-sky slowly cooling down through the colours. We drew on our packs of cards. We daydreamed. It was fantastic. We had a silent disco on the sea shore with the lights of the city in the distance before going to sleep.
The next day, we took showers on the next big beach and got back to good old Setubal for a coffee and caught the bus (only just) via Lisbon to Coimbra. It began to rain. Boo hoo! At Coimbra, our “tough travelers” side dissolved as the option of a Youth Hostel arose. So we checked in and set off into Coimbra for an internet check up and a meal in a Tasca. Coimbra is beautiful in areas but lacks the energy that some places in Portugal has.
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