The coastline of West Portugal is simply stunning. There are miles and miles of unspoilt beautiful beaches with surf that is a Mecca for the pro surfers. Some guys just turn up at lunchtime and grab an hour or so then back to work presumably, what a life.
We can imagine that it can get quite busy here in season and we are told it is very hot in summer
This time of year is perfect for us as we can walk the pure sandy beaches in almost total isolation, paddle in the sea, and pretend we are just turned seventeen
Surf was best described as giant soapsuds
We think this was a recently erected memorial to lost local fishermen back in Jan 1963
Next day we sat at this beach bar, drank Super Bock beer, and thanked Big G we were alive...
The storks are everywhere and are encouraged to build nests on local farmland but we know they prefer warm chimneys in town
After a half hour bone crunching bus ride one day from Camping Lisboa, we found ourselves in the middle of downtown Lisbon, on a rather dull day
We had high expectations of the city and perhaps we missed the highlights, but left feeling quite disappointed
Trams everywhere, which was nice...
Now this really was the exception to the rule
A few thousand of these guys and you may just have a decent road network
To every country there is a downside, in this case the roads, other than the unused motorway toll roads which are immaculate, all other highways are either only navigable at 15 mph or are randomly potholed and resemble a vibration test track.
You can drive along at a steady pace then have to swerve violently to prevent suspension damage from unmarked areas of rough road. Result is we are constantly overtaken, no real loss, by Portuguese drivers who care not for their cars anyway
Big ants we think...
Now then....Instead of slipping out to a lap dancing club, why not get them to come to you?
Look closely, I'm sure they are windows with blinds
Cabo Da Roca, west of Lisbon
No forestry commission here then..
If it blocks the road, just cut a pass!
Peniche, on a very windy day
This place of worship is massive to say the least. It was the scene in 1917 of a month of apparitions and predictions to three young peasant children