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Approaching old Portimao from the water |
After having vegetated aboard yesterday, we were up for shore
leave today. Yesterday, we just needed a day off. We hadn’t stopped moving
since we’d come down to Aleria. I was
exhausted and no amount of sleep seemed to be redeeming. So we stopped for one
day. Did nothing much but read, and wrote and played on the internet, and hung
out. Lunch was excellent with fish cakes I’d made with leftover fish from the
Marisco in Cascais. Alex out up the awning and it cooled things down.
The wind came in the afternoon, the northerlies one would expect
here that we really haven’t had much of lately. It was blowing a good 25 knots
and we did actually muster up the energy to visit Delphinus. Lee, Kristin and
Paris were heading ashore for dinner to watch England in the World Cup (they
won) but invited us for drinks in advance. A wet dinghy ride but not without
its merits. Dinner of stir fry and we were out for the count.
This morning we packed up and drove across to the marina where we
had planned to leave the dinghy while exploring Portimao. They couldn’t have
been more off putting. “Are you a client of ours? If not you cannot leave your dinghy here,”
the woman pronounced.” Alex said, “We are in the anchorage now, but we are
planning to come in for a night and we’d just like to leave the dinghy to
explore the town a little today.” “Absolutely not,” she said. “You have to go
up to the place just before the bridge where the gates are open and you can
leave your dinghy there.” I said, “We did not see a bridge, can you tell us how
far it is?” “Oh, everyone knows where the bridge is, it’s right by the town.” A
young girl at the desk handed us a brochure that had a map of the town and
pointed out the bridge. We thanked her and left. At high season, the rates here
are almost double what they were in Cascais. No way are we coming back there
with that attitude. And I’ll be including that in my reviews of Marina
Portimao.
We drove the distance to the town and it is a long way. Had she
said to us, “If you park here you’ll have a very long walk. Better to go to the
pier at the centre of town,” it would have made a very different impression. Pity
that people dealing with rich people develop an attitude that doesn’t do them
justice.
We tied up by the old steps which happened to be right at the
central square. I asked a tour guide if we’d be okay leaving the dinghy there
and he said yes, there aren’t any other boats that tie up there.
We walked around but the town appeared to be, for the most part,
neglected and uninteresting. I did find an optician and asked if they could fix
my glasses. I had lost a screw. They fixed them and adjusted them with no
charge. People are still kind in places.
At the tourist office, we asked if there was anywhere to buy a wet
suit and what’s the best restaurant at which to have lunch. We found the surf
shop but the wet suits were €299. Ouch. We did not find the restaurant she
recommended but we did find another where the locals were queuing. It’s sardine
season and everyone was having grilled sardinhas. They also had fresh clams
available and we opted for those. Sauteed in mountains of crushed garlic and
butter – we asked them to hold the cilantro. A carafe of wine and salad,
followed by a shot of coffee, and we were in heaven, as relaxed as we have ever
been.
We stopped for another coffee and tea and ice cream on the
harbour. We bought AAA batteries at the hardware store which took a bit of
doing and headed back to the boat via the church on the hill. Much of the town appears neglected but restoration seems to be taking place and the church is huge and well maintained. It
had an interesting series of statues, including one of Joseph holding Jesus as
a young boy, which struck me as unusual, and one of Pope John. We wondered if
it was changed from time to time.
Back in the dinghy and heading home, we passed by the tour boats
all heading home. Weeeee, we jumped their wakes. The sky was blue, the air was
clear, the sun was warm and the water splashing up wetting our bottoms, but we didn’t
care. Life was good again today.
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Relaxing aboard yesterday |
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The offending marina office |
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The marina is half empty |
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The Portimao riverfront |
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Tying up in Portimao |
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Fountain in the square |
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Eerie door |
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Busiest street |
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Not a shop |
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Barber shop |
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Excellent restaurant |
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Clams Portuguese style |
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Coffee, tea and ice cream |
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Church on the hill |
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Joseph holding Jesus |
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Park on the waterfront |
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Dinghy at higher tide |
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Happy Alex |
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Fueling up at the Repsol |
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Tour boats heading home |
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More tour boats |
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Passing Ferragudo |
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Our new neighbours being picked up by water taxi
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