We have arranged to meet a fellow Hiace owner, we have been in contact with for some time. He tells us of a fort further up the coast where we can wild camp. We make our way along the pretty coastline, popping into little coves and quaint villages as we go. The houses are mostly white, with blue paintwork and pale peachy, terracotta roofs. All of which add to the calm feel of Portugal.
We reach our rendezvous by late afternoon, which has seen the thermometer show an outside temperature of 26C! The view is lovely, across a pretty blue sea. On the cliff top, beside the ruins of an old fort, we set up the BBQ and look forward to once again, being able to eat outside, watch the sun go down and relax. This is what we have missed since being in Morocco.
Chris arrives, with his dog Rio, a little terrier of some concoction. Rio was a foundling, adopted by Chris last year, he turned up in the middle of nowhere and stayed. Rio's eyes never leave Chris but it is clear that the bond is mutual! We spend a pleasant evening discussing the finer points of Hiaces and travelling. Lubricating the conversion with a glass or two local plonk. We chat easily until the campfire is down to its last embers.
Wed 14th Jan
Unbelievably, we have just one week left before we will board the ferry at Bilbao back to Portsmouth. We are determined to make the most of this last week, so stay put, just because we can! We rise late, have a lazy brunch, gather more firewood for tonight and then climb down the steep cliff to the sandy beach below. It goes without saying, that I had a much needed helping hand to manage the ascent when it was time to think about getting that BBQ going again!
Thurs 15th Jan
Today, we do move, not far though only to the village of Sagre. Here we treat ourselves to lunch in a typically Portuguese restaurant. The weather has become stormy, so we take shelter in a small carpark for the night.
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