Sunday 4 March 2012
Dian and Charles played hide and seek behind the palm trees at our camp. We stowed our sleeping bags and comforters and closed the slats that supported the bed above. It’s funny how the chance to NOT have to do that chore for 4 nights had become so welcome. It was the same with washing every dish and utensil and putting it in the backpack each time we ate. We’re not complaining mind you. With assurances to Augusta the camp landlady that we had enjoyed our stay we checked out and headed inland to Silves.
The small town that still had it’s 11th century castle and turrets intact was beautiful to see. The town had an upscale vibe to it and we stayed for a couple of songs by a trio at a nice restaurant but moved on without eating there.
We checked out a camp that was listed in our Camping International book but felt it was a little too pricey and Nicole declared she was ready for some free camping. With Charles’ suggestion to head toward the ocean we found ourselves in the little town of Luz. At the very end of town we saw “our kind”. The group of five campers were perched right above the cliffs with the water crashing below. We introduced ourselves to the Dutch foursome enjoying the afternoon sun and a few beers and they said we were certainly welcome and it was a safe place to park. Later, Corinne gave us a book to look through that had campsites all up and down the coast of Portugal (which we took notes from and returned later that evening).
Dian and Charles played hide and seek behind the palm trees at our camp. We stowed our sleeping bags and comforters and closed the slats that supported the bed above. It’s funny how the chance to NOT have to do that chore for 4 nights had become so welcome. It was the same with washing every dish and utensil and putting it in the backpack each time we ate. We’re not complaining mind you. With assurances to Augusta the camp landlady that we had enjoyed our stay we checked out and headed inland to Silves.
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| Church in Silves |
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| The tallest cactus we'd ever seen! |
The small town that still had it’s 11th century castle and turrets intact was beautiful to see. The town had an upscale vibe to it and we stayed for a couple of songs by a trio at a nice restaurant but moved on without eating there.
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| The old and the new |
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| A project done by students to raise environmental awareness. These kinds of paintings were all over trash bins around where we parked. |
After a scrumptious dinner of omelet and guacamole Charles went into town to find Internet and Nicole and Dian crashed. Just before they did Nicole said, “Look where we are -- it’s like a moving desktop screen saver."
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| Does it get any better? |
Stunningly gorgeous!
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