|A Road Sign Above a Road|
|Spain Ends in 500 Metres|
First impressions; I like Portugal, and the Portuguese we’ve met so far. They have been, helpful, friendly, funny and generous (and their English makes me ashamed of England’s approach to foreign languages).
We arrived in Tavira about an hour after leaving Isla Cristina in Spain ... Oh I haven’t mentioned Isla Cristina yet ... Amanda and I spent two nights in Isla Cristina in Spain. There you go now it’s been mentioned (dirt town, shithole full of Spanish chavs on scooters, twats with car stereos they use to define their manliness and the lots of girls too young to be pushing prams, pushing prams ... salt marsh and salt pans ... beach ... anything else? Er um er not that I saw ... no I tell a lie we saw loads of these:Iberian Azure-winged Magpie (rare as hens teeth all things considered) http://www.oiseaux-birds.com/card-azure-winged-magpie.html).
|The DMZ, No Mans Land, Goats Beware etc|
|Portugal (warning us of estrangerios ahead ... don't accept sweets or go and see puppies if approached)|
The town is small (village size) there is a railway just up the way, and we may make use of it for a few days (I’ve already ordered lunch for tomorrow ... massive prawns). The train we saw looks fit for the scrap yard, the station looks like it needs a lick of paint, but who cares, if it goes to Faro, and back as far as Tavira (where we can get an Indian meal), then it means Moho can stay safe in the confines of this `municipal’ campsite for a few days, save me some driving and diesel, leaving us free to take in the sites and take pictures.
|Me With My New Raybans and Fresh Beardy Thing (because I buggered the last one up and had to shave it off) ... Looking Well Cool You'll Agree :-)|
I was my usual worried this morning, as we left the comfort of the now familiar Spain, almost two months to the day after we left the familiar cold comfort of December cold England. We’ll be back in Spain in a few weeks (briefly) as we make our way into France and probably down as far as Rome, before zigzagging back up and through the rest of western Europe, before continuing our travels in the land of our birth for the rest of the summer (after we’ve made a stop for a week or two for some engine tweaking, and adjustment to the habitation area and LPG cupboard).