Mykonos may be alluring, Ibiza tantalizing and St. Tropez may have the ultimate swagger but Portugal has been my port of call this year. And the light: at sunrise, it's luminescent with shades of cotton candy and at sunset, it dissolves listlessly into a canvas of tangerine.
I may not be a creature of habit but this year I spent August in the Algarve, September on the Douro and October back to the Algarve. It's a mere two and half hours from London, summer perfection is guaranteed and it truly has the most spectacular beaches in Europe. A canvas of whitewashed towns and villages, scented orange groves, rugged, russet coastline and biscuit-coloured sands. Rocha Brava is our sunny perch for this holiday.
The Algarve has 200 km of drop dead gorgeous beaches, coves and cliffs. It's the Atlantic here so the sea is bracing. We wake early on our first morning and wander over to the closest beach at Centianes, a picture-perfect spot when the tide is low. I settle down and gaze out to sea and a movement in the water catches my eye. We were treated to the sight of a large pod of dolphins, jumping out of the water, just metres from the shore. It was a truly amazing sight.
We had booked a table for our Sunday lunch at 'O Stop'. Delicious.
Unfortunately, the next day it was raining and the BBQ at the Clubhouse was cancelled. Even Mary had her flight cancelled because of the rain. Did you know Rocha Brava keep falcons. They're incredible allies, helping to keep the resort calm and harmonious by chasing away persistent seagulls. A natural and fascinating way to preserve our slice of paradise.
So we decided to have a day out and headed to Mt. Foia. Something I love about Portugal is how many storks it has just casually nesting in the most unlikely places. We drive through Rasmalho (Stork City) at about 10 a.m. It is on the left side of the N266 about 2 km after Silves turnoff. If you reach the village of Rasmalho, you have gone too far. There is likely to be a few cars pulled over, by a garage, so that folks can snap photos. There are GINORMOUS stork nests, complete with storks flapping about. The storks you see in the Algarve are White Storks and they are absolutely huge, hence the whopping nests. If you've never seen a stork in real life, be prepared for the sky to darken as they fly over you like a small aircraft. Their wingspan is up to 215cm (thanks, Wikipedia). And they make a very distinct clattering noise, which sounds like machinery starting up. Something has to power that wingspan I suppose.
The drive up to Mt. Foia from Monchique is not for the faint hearted but it is worth it when you get to the top. Takes about 15 mins from Monchique. Breathtaking views despite the obligatory radio masts. There is a 7km walk if you are feeling energetic. This is the highest point of the Algarve at nearly 3000ft above sea level. Although the weather was overcast it was possible to see from the bay of Portimao to the Sagres peninsula. Spectacular!
Our bellies grumbled so on our way down we stopped for lunch at A Rampo. Service from the South African lady was excellent. A rustic restaurant, very basic, but with fantastic views, and excellent piri piri chicken. She also recommended Alfarroba for a dessert. I'm a chocolate lover. I'm also a fig lover and I've now discovered that chocolate and fig had a love child, and its name is Alfarroba. For those of you unfamiliar with carob (alfarroba), it's the dark and mysterious-looking seed pod that comes from the alfarrobeira (caroba tree). This restaurant is a hidden gem.
We return home via Alferce and the Dam (Barragem de Odelouca). The scenery was beautiful with eucalyptus, cork and pine trees covering the hills.
Nothing to watch on the TV that evening so we popped in to the cafe at Rocha Brava for the odd drink (or three!). Fantastic live music on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Great atmosphere.
Another beach day. Drove to Praia Grande near Ferragudo, just a ten minute drive from Rocha Brava. A sheltered rather hidden treasure for either a quiet walk in winter or sunning yourself in the summer. A lovely very large sandy riverside beach, without seaweed, and the water seems to be generally calm. No waves like the more ocean oriented beaches so it's more family and child friendly here. Views of Portimao Marina. The Praia Grande Panoramic Restaurant is a wonderful place to have lunch. We always reserve to get a table with a front line view. Enjoyed watching the high performance hydrofoiling kiteracing.
That evening we visit the Sky Bar at the Tivoli, Carvoeiro. The magical sunset view from the rooftop of the Tivoli Hotel is not to be missed. You don't need a reservation and can rock up at any time during the afternoon or evening, but it's best to get there a little earlier so you can get one of the sofa seats with the best views. From the bar, you'll have gorgeous sea views over a cove and the cliffs. The cocktails are good too.
The next day was a wild rainy day and from the balcony we could hear a thunderous whoosing sound. We discovered there is a blow hole which can be accessed and seen via the Atlantic gate just down from the cliff top pool at Rocha Brava. It came alive every 30 seconds with a tremendous roar and thunderous air blowing. Just seawater pressure. Amazing.
The remnants of hurricane Kirk are still hanging about so we decide to head to Faro. Quite difficult to park but we found a spot by the railway station. (Decided on our next visit we must take the train to Vila Real de Santo Antonio for lunch and to wave at Spain). I'm in full tour guide mode here.....
One of the first things to do in Faro when you arrive is to walk the length of the palm-tree-lined marina. The place is bustling with both tourists and locals, and there are plenty of places to stop for a drink or lunch.
While you're walking around Faro's marina, it's worth calling in at the Maritime Museum. It's up on the first floor in the Port Authority building and isn't that obvious from the outside. The museum goes through all the marine species in the area, such as sardine, tuna and squid. There are also some model ships and fishing equipment. It's only small but it gives you an idea of how life in the Algarve revolved around the fishing industry, shipbuilding and navigation before it became a tourist destination. And it's free to get in, so definitely worth a mooch round; it should only take 15 minutes maximum.
We tried to find Faro's answer to Copenhagen's Little Mermaid statue but without success. She apparently had a shell for a head so I think this must be all that is left of her.
Who doesn't love posing with some giant letters spelling out the name of the city or town they're in? You'll find Faro's sign in the marina, complete with a small queue of tourists waiting their turn.
Faro's old town is encircled by thick stone walls. For many years, most of the inhabitants lived within the walls to protect them from sea raiders. Sadly the entrance is being renovated at the moment.
The small Paco Episcopal de Faro (Bishop's Palace) is behind the orange trees in the old town's main square. You would assume it was offices or something from the outside. There's no big sign or anything to beckon tourists in. There is a small charge to get in. The palace dates back to 1585, although it's been destroyed and rebuilt since. It was used as a training centre for priests. I know, I know, this sounds painful. Even if you're into your bishops through the ages, there are only two rooms inside and it'd probably take ten minutes maximum to complete. But you should 100% go in to see the breathtaking azulejo tiles going up the staircase. These are worth the entrance fee alone.
The boardwalk in Carvoeiro is spectacular, the views and rock formations are amazing. There is parking near Algar Seco. And a really wonderful spot to watch the sunset, with a cocktail of course, is the Bonica Bar.
Well, with our limbs browned, my hair a shade lighter and our lungs filled with sea air, it's sadly time to pack. Just time for one last meal at the Pashmina Restaurant. I had to wear my Pashmina! Excellent tandoori.
We have had another wonderful holiday in Portugal. Ate logo e forca Portugal.