And now to country number 19: Portugal. I have been before, but only to the coast north of Lisbon, with a couple of surfers, but that’s a story for another day. As we are renting another apartment from the 26th in the eastern Algarve (because very excitingly Mark and Heather are coming to visit us), we decided to spend a few days on the west coast of the Algarve so we wouldn’t need to cover that off at a later stage. So we did a long day of driving from El Rocio all the way along the entire southern Algarve cost to as far west as we could possibly go. I must admit, though, it’s not as big as I thought it was, only about 100 miles, so it really wasn’t that bad a drive. We decided to spend the night in Sagres, but the site was awful, so we didn’t hang about. The area is much less developed than the main Algarve, which is something, but it’s a very bleak beauty out there. The best bit was our visit to Cabo de Sao Vicente, the most south-westerly point of Europe. There was a nice bit of synchronicity as it reminded us of our trip to the Mull of Galloway in Scotland, right at the start of our trip, which is the most south-westerly point of Scotland. There’s the obligatory lighthouse, of course, and an interesting little museum, cafe, and shop. Some great views, too, but I must say I was slightly distracted by the sight of the FC Porto football team who were there in their team coach, wandering around doing some sight-seeing the same as us. What on earth were they doing there? Should have got some autographs really, but I have no idea about these footballers, and Mr Martland is equally useless when it comes to football.
After our fairly brief trip to Sagres, then, we headed off up the wild coast of the western Algarve for a few nights of adventure.