Last night I ended up going out for a few drinks with Sébastien the french surfer, after all. Turns out there are quite a few surfers at the hostel: seems like the wind makes for more interesting waves in the winter.
They drive out to the atlantic coast – though i must say that there seem to be more waves and tides out here than on your average mediterranean beach.
Anyhow, the drinks and one too many of those dynamite coffees they serve here made for a restless night.
This morning I decided to walk west along the coast to join Luz. Coincidentally, Luz is also the luxury beach resort where a little english girl, Madeline, disappeared last year (or so a guy from Leeds, an avid tabloid reader apparently, said).
After a few Indiana Jones type sequences (wading through red clay, and then climbing up narrow stairs up a cliff – no security – with muddy shoes – DON’T look down) I decided that I was on holiday, and took the bus back to Lagos.
There I had a walk on the exceedingly flat and unadventurous beach of white sand called Meia Praia. This beach must be hell in summer, but today there was no sign of human presence.
Tomorrow I go back home through Faro. It’s been a bit of a short one, but enough to be a nice break.
Next: visiting a ski station in the height of summer. But wait, I’ve done that already.