Lingering and being lazy in Lagos…. .

There is a clue in the title of this post as to what we have been doing this last week.  In two words – not much!  We arrived in Lagos last Saturday and amazingly, for us, we are still here.  We have been staying at an aire on the outskirts of Lagos which is effectively a large carpark but it is inexpensive, has super fast wifi and a washing machine at €2 a go!

We’ve walked the coastline both east and west of Lagos and explored the old town.

Meia Praia – the beach to the east of Lagos.

The beaches, caves and rock stacks to the west of Lagos are amazing.

The coastline west of Lagos.

I love this type of coastal walking as there is always something interesting to look at along any given stretch.  Huge sinkholes, caves, birds, the sea state and the changing colour of the stacks according to the sun and cloud cover.

Steps lead down to the water where a couple of boats were taking people on tours of the caves and coastline.

Several boats were out taking people to see the caves.  We had done a similar trip last year near Benagil which is definitely worth the trip to see the coastline from a different perspective.


The boat skippers dog waiting patiently for him – I could have taken this one home!

Lagos has a very nice laidback vibe to it and we like it.  It’s quite lively for this time of year with plenty of people about and most of the town centre shops, restaurants and bars open.

The weather has been pretty unsettled with a couple of huge thunderstorms and plenty of rain. It’s still warm though and a lot of the rain has been overnight.  We’re still managing to get out and about everyday and stay dry!

A rainy view through the back window at Praia da Cordama on the south west coast. 

We had a ‘day out’ to the south west coast to Praia da Cordama hoping to see some surfers out.  We arrived just before a major thunderstorm which lasted a couple of hours before the sun reappeared.

As soon as the storm was over a mass of surfers emerged from numerous different vans to make the most of the clean and green surf. We walked the length of the beach and enjoyed just watching the surfers do their thing.

The off shore wind made for good surfing after the thunderstorm.


Praia da Cordama.

Tim celebrated his birthday yesterday in style by cooking a curry on the Cobb!  It is his favourite thing to do and it keeps him quiet for ages with all that chopping to do!  The weather yesterday was really warm and sunny just for Tim so we made the most of being outside for nearly the whole day.

Cobb curry!

We hadn’t intended staying more than a couple of nights in Lagos but we seem to be procrastinating over our next move.  We have effectively come to a standstill paralyzed by indecision!  Camperserv, who have custody of our boiler at the moment, aren’t able to get the parts they need to repair it until sometime between 14th December 2016 and 23rd December 2016.  Aaarrrgggghhh!  It’s frustrating, not so much in practical terms of managing without it, but the fact that we feel a bit tied down to not straying too far from the Algarve until we have the repair done.

Shells on one of the beaches near Lagos.

Mmm, what to do.  Galvanize ourselves into some sort of action is what is needed!  We’ve got a few options kicking about at the moment.

  • Option 1. Apply for a housesit.
  • Option 2. Apply for another Helpx.
  • Option 3. Carry on up the south west coast of the Algarve and shoot back down to the garage when the boiler is ready to go back in.

Option 2 of applying for another Helpx is currently favourite as we’d really like to have a couple of weeks or so of doing something completely different.

Right, what are we waiting for?

We need to get applying.

Até logo!

Heading west along the Algarve…. .

So my quick flit back to the UK, courtesy of a cheap Ryanair flight, has come and gone and I’m back under what I would like to say are the sunny skies of the Algarve in Portugal.  Unfortunately, though, the weather has been a bit of a mixed bag since I got back!  However, leaving Leeds Bradford airport after a one hour delay because of ‘adverse weather conditions’ (aka SNOW!) I really can’t complain.  Tim, of course, had wall to wall sunshine whilst I was away!

It was great to go home though and see my parents and be spoilt with Mum’s cooking and pub grub!  And lest we forget bingeing on the internet to my hearts content!

Bertie and Rosie (not my parents obviously…….just saying;)

I was able to purchase a list of items that I couldn’t get whilst in Portugal. Tim is now happily clicking away with his very own new camera. The photo memories of our trip should be a bit less one sided with both of us now featuring in the pictures.

We’ve been on the Algarve, Portugal for four weeks now and we’ve explored the coast east of Faro which encompasses the Rio Formosa Natural Park.

Path down to the beach at Cacela Velha

The park stretches along the coast for around 60km from Manta Rota right round to the southern end of Faro.  We’ve been to the Algarve before on previous holidays but this area was new territory for us.  We were surprised and very pleased at how little it has been developed compared to the central Algarve coast.

Rio Formosa Natural Park.

The Natural Park is a unique coastal lagoon area, constantly changing with the movement of the wind, currents and tides, and a haven for migrating birds.  It also has a thriving shellfish industry with the area providing 80% of the Portuguese clam exports.  Five barrier islands protect the area from the sea and it is possible to take a boat and be dropped onto an island for the day.  We stayed a couple of nights at Santa Luzia where a boardwalk links the Ilha do Tavira with the mainland.

The boardwalk looking back from Ilha da Tavira.

The access to the beach brought us out to the Cemitério das Âncoras (anchor graveyard).  Hundreds of rusting anchors memorialise the areas long lost tuna industry, the fishermen and their families.  Livelihoods were lost when the over fished tuna stocks crashed and never recovered.

The Anchor Graveyard on the Ilha de Tavira.

We walked the length of the beach to the western end and back where we saw several fishermen presumably fishing for clams.  They were using what looked to be a very simple contraption to work the shellfish out of the sand in the shallow waters and into a net.  It looked really hard work especially if they had to walk the length of the beach to get there.  I suspect a boat drops them off though.

Collecting shellfish.

We were able to find a cycle route running from Altura to Tavira to avoid the dreaded N125.  It was probably more suited to mountain bikes in several places but it did the job none the less.  It took us through the very pretty village of Cacela Velha where we were amused by hundreds of fiddler crabs disappearing into their holes in the sand.

We watched this Kingfisher fish for a while.

The route continued on to Tavira via Cabanas passing a few salt mountains.  The salt has been traditionally harvested here for the last 2000 years.

Salt mountain outside Tavira.
Fishermen’s paraphernalia in Cabanes.

The old town of Tavira itself was worth a look and we had the cheapest two cups of coffee so far at €1.20 for both of them!

Looking out over Tavira.

We stayed on an excellent aire behind the beach at Falesia where we were able to watch several pairs of Hoopoes foraging for food whilst we were sitting in bed with our morning cuppa.


On a recommendation from our French neighbours at an aire in Quarteira (I think they’re stalking us as we keep seeing them at different places) we ventured inland again to the little village of Alte known for its springs (fontes).

It’s a pretty little town and we were able to walk part of a sign posted route which took us through traditional farms of orange and lemon groves until we were drenched by a downpour which had us scuttling back to the van.  An hour later we arrived back like drowned rats!

P1000712.JPGOur next stop was at another reservoir, Barragem do Arade.

Barragem do Arade

This is a great area for walking and cycling with numerous trails heading off in all directions.

We cycled to the other side of the Barragem.

We love the landscape here with Cork Oak and Eucalyptus trees intermingled with Medronho trees.

Fruit of the Medronho tree.

We saw a couple of chaps clinging to the hillside picking the fruit from the Medronho trees which can be fermented and distilled to make Arguardente de Medronho, a very potent traditional fruit brandy.  It was also nice to see beehives in abundance.


From the Baragem we dropped down into the town of Silves which used to be an important hub for trade because of its river location.


The castle is the most prominent monument in the town followed by the cathedral.

Inside Silves cathedral.
Storks were everywhere in Silves.
Street Art, Silves.

One night was enough to ‘do’ Silves and we were in need of some LPG.  There are quite a few LPG garages on the N125 so we had a ‘doing’ day yesterday topping up with LPG, refuelling, shopping and washing.  The Intermarche near Porches had washing machines outside so we were able to get two weeks of washing done whilst leisurely perusing the aisles of the supermarket. Genius!

Washing machines outside the Intermarche – that’s my dressing gown going round in Number 2!

Our original plan was to stop for the night at Praia da Marinha, a beautiful beach, but in the end we just spent the afternoon there drying our washing in the two hour window of sun and wind we had before it rained.

Praia da Marinha.

We opted to move to the huge aire at Portimao as the lack of other vans at Praia de Marinha seemed to suggest that wild camping there is now a no no.  The aire at Portimao is too big for our liking really but it’s cheap and has a good wifi signal so at last I’ve managed to update the blog.  Well that’s a load off!

Portimao marina.

Two weeks ago we took the van in to Camperserv to have a look at our leaking boiler and we are now awaiting some parts for it. Truma, who make the boiler, aren’t able to get one of the parts until at least the end of next week so we are, once again, in limbo tootling about until we get a call from the garage to say they have the parts.  Whilst we wait we don’t have any heating or hot water but, fret not, we are managing with a kettle!

We’ll head west tomorrow towards Lagos maybe stopping off on the way for a look at Alvor.

Boa Noite!

Following the Guadiana river down to the Algarve… .

Gosh it’s been so long since I last updated the blog that I’m not sure I can remember what we’ve done!  Suffice to say we have slowed down quite a bit since crossing Spain and arriving in Portugal. We have no real need to cover great distances and we’re finding we do like to stay two to three nights wherever we find ourselves.  We can then explore the area by bike and on foot.

Following leaving Luz on, um, when was it, um, Friday 21st October 2016 we turned south towards the coast. (I had to look that up in my diary!) We couldn’t leave the Alqueva reservoir, though, without having a look at the dam holding it all in.

Alqueva dam.

Being of an engineering mind, Tim was mightily impressed with it pointing out some of the probably quite mindblowing engineering feats whilst I pointed out the huge fish just below the surface of the water!  It is hard to believe, though, that it is holding back approximately 250 square kilometres of water.  Even I can appreciate that!

Not sure why this sign was in English when we are in Portugal!

The forecast had been for rain and we weren’t to be disappointed as we arrived at the small market town of Serpa in a downpour.  We decided to splash the cash (€ 7.94 per night!) and checked in at the municipal campsite there which had free, but flaky, wifi and was only a short walk from the walled centre of the town.

Wandering the grounds of Serpa’s castle.


We took two sojourns out on the Saturday to have a poke about the town to get totally soaked on both occasions before getting back to the van.  We liked Serpa though as the 14th century castle grounds were free to wander around and you can clearly see, whilst standing on the battlements, how all the old town is enclosed within the walls.

Serpa old town inside the battlements.

The old town was practically deserted but enjoyable for a wander around even in the rain.

 Picture of Serpa’s aqueduct taken in between the heavy showers.
Colourful roof terrace!

After two nights at Serpa we were due to make our way to the old mining village of São Domingos but we firstly made a 60km detour to Beja to fill up our gas tanks with LPG.  Garages that sell LPG are few and far between in this area of Portugal and this was the nearest one before we hit the coast of the Algarve.  So, having made the 30km trip to said garage we arrived to find that they had sold out!  Meh!  It wasn’t the end of the world though as we have two tanks, an 11kg and a 6kg one, and we’d only just started using the smaller one.  The 11kg tank had lasted us three weeks so we weren’t going to have to start having cold showers just yet.

São Domingos had been recommended to us by Terry and Carole from Cornwall, who we had met at Monsaraz, as an interesting place to visit which has a good aire set beside a recreational lake.

Looking back to the aire, in the gloom of an overcast day, on the edge of the lake at Sao Domingos.

The area surrounding São Domingos is in the Iberian Pyrite Belt and the dominating feature of the small village is the remains of the copper and pyrite mines which closed in 1965.

Mining remains.

A British company, Mason and Barry, owned and ran the mine from 1859 to 1965 employing Portuguese workers.  During the 108 years that the mine was open over 25 million tons of ore mainly, copper, zinc, lead and sulphur were extracted.

Local transport!

The village housing was built around the socio economic status of the workers with the miners being housed in often one roomed practically windowless dwellings with communal latrines and bread ovens whilst the English management workers were housed in another area with communal gardens, bandstand and tennis courts!

The former mining worker’s housing.
Upcycling taken to a new level!

There still exists an English only cemetery which is now largely neglected.

We did the 14km ‘Mining Route’ walk which took us along the old railroad, past the crumbling sulphur factories and out to the small village of Santana de Cambas.

Remains of the mine.

The route returned via the old contraband tracks where coffee, sugar and flour, amongst other things, were traded.


P1000563.JPGWe stayed three nights at São Domingos so walked another 12km waymarked circular route from the village which took us over typical Alentejo countryside passing remote farms along the way.

We were lucky enough to bump into Terry and Carole again at São Domingos.  Terry is a year round surfer and enjoys a swim so I was pleased to have a swimming buddy to encourage me into the lake.  I don’t think I’d have gone in if I’d been on my own!

My swimming buddy for the day!
Tim trying out different functions on the camera whilst we I was swimming – you can just see Terry and I to the right of the tree on the left!

Having seen all there was to see at São Domingos we followed the Rio Guadiana south to stop on the quayside at Mértola for the night.

Our night stop at the quayside at Mertola.

Set on a steep hillside, Mértola’s history goes as far back as Phoenician times where it was an important river port.

View of the Rio Guadiana from the top of the town.

The Romans and Moors expanded and fortified it before Dom Sancho II took it in 1238 as part of the Christian Reconquest.  It’s crammed with history in every building and well worth a look round.

Mertola lit up at night.

One night here was enough though and with a pressing need to fill up with LPG we decided that it was wise to make our way to the Algarve and come back to the area at a later date.  There is definitely more that we want to see in this area with a couple more places to visit that have been recommended to us.

The nearest LPG station on our map was at Ayamonte just over the border into Spain so we nipped across the bridge to fill up with LPG, diesel and do a weeks shop at the Mercadona supermarket there.  Feeling happier with full tanks and our cupboards, once again, bursting with food, we went back over the Rio Guadiana to stop at the aire at Castro Marim in Portugal.

The aire at Castro Marim is on a main road so was noisy and, after having spent the last week or so on quiet aires, it was a bit of a comedown to say the least.  Still, it served a purpose for a nights stop and it was free so we mustn’t  grumble!

We saw our first stork of the year at Castro Marim.

Fed up with noisy traffic and the need to find a laundrette we trundled on a few miles to Vila Real de Santo António, the last town along the Rio Guadiana, before it spills out into the sea.

View from the front of the aire at Vila Real de Santo Antonio.

We stayed at the aire there on the quayside just outside the town.

Marina at Vila Real.

Fortunately, there was a laundrette a few minutes walk away from the aire and we were able to get our mountain of washing done.  Hooray, no beating it over a stone down by the river for me this time!  We made sure we parked up next to a handy lamppost to rig up a washing line thus enabling us to dry said washing in a couple of hours.

Needs must!

It didn’t look too pretty but no-one really bats an eyelid and needs must and all that.  We don’t really like using the tumble dryers at the laundrettes after an unfortunate incident in Wales years ago where two loads of washing came out of the dryer, which, unbeknown to us, had been way too hot and practically melted all our lightweight outdoor clothing.  There was so much static in it which didn’t really ever seem to go away causing every item of clothing to cling and feel uncomfortable.  Tim threw all his T-shirts out and bought new it was that bad!  Anyway, why spend wonga on a dryer when the sun and wind will do the job for free!

Our plans are to explore the whole coast east of Faro over the next two weeks before I fly back to the UK for a few days on 14th November 2016. The beaches are looooong and we are spending 2-3 hours per day just beach walking and mooching about the little towns.

Walking the beach west of Monte Gordo.
Fishermen tending to……whatever they tend to!

This part of the coast doesn’t seem to be too built up at all and we’re really enjoying it.  We are making the most of the nine hours of sunshine every day so have no need to worry about our vitamin D levels which are being topped up nicely thank you very much.  We have also been in the sea every day to partake in a bit of bodysurfing.

In more mundane news our boiler which heats our water has developed a leak which needs attention so we’ve booked ‘Ollie’ in at Camperserv to have it looked at next week.  Tim has done another running repair on the cracked shower tray which seems to be holding it’s own but we’ll get that looked at too whilst the ‘Ollie’ is under the knife so to speak.

Tim’s temporary repair to the shower tray!

We are just outside Manta Rota now and will move a few miles west tomorrow.

Tenha um bom dia!