Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
This might have been another one in the series entitled “Not a Lot Happened”. It was saved by an afternoon trip to the nearby Praia do São Rafael.
What could be better than flying behind a big parachute over the open ocean ?
Or looking for bits of tupperware stuck up the side of a cliff ?
Seville is famous for its oranges, although most of them get shipped to Dundee to be turned into marmalade, allegedly.
We didn’t see many while we were there anyway.
A day of some historical interest in the Algarve’s former capital of Silves, followed by the obligatory beach and ice creams.
Well it was a warm day.
Every holiday we go on results in a blog post entitled “Not a Lot Happened” or something similar. This is that one !
Tavira looked like an interesting day out and was recommended as a full day excursion by our tour company. Hmmm !
It is a pleasant little town, but there’s not an awful lot to do there.
A day of surveying the Algarve coast, firstly from a boat, and then from the tops of the cliffs.
Oh yes, it was time to do a bit of geocaching.
A lazy day of booking things up for later in the holiday, followed by a night out in Albufeira Town and a caching event on the beach.