The noise we hoped wasn’t the wheel bearings has miraculously stopped – we hope it was just a stone trapped in the wheel somewhere.
We arrived in the South of Portugal in late afternoon to searing heat and a campsite with rock solid ground that we cannot put tent pegs into. But hey, we are in an area where they speak English, the sun is shining, the beer is cold and the beach is 5 minutes walk away so the world is looking good.
Found a lovely small quiet beach (Praia Batata) with its own bar complete with Kings of Leon CD collection and barman who insists each pint comes with a free shot!
“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins