After breakfast checkout and off south to Lagos in the Algarve. We were last there in 1978. A five-hour drive on a new toll motorway at 160 kms/hour. No traffic to speak of and the police are on strike so let er rip. Checked into The Tivoli Hotel. We have a patio overlooking the Atlantic and the main street is about 5 minutes away. When heading back to the hotel find the “Caima” store then turn right once you hit all the beer cans. Had a glass of wine then headed to the beach where I had a swim some 26 years ago. The Atlantic was invigorating or freezing cold if you like. Lots of coves and cliffs reddish in colour. The water was both green and blue. Lagos used to be a small fishing village but now is a mini Miami Beach with high rise hotels and crammed full of Brits with plenty of pubs. Why leave home to drink in a pub.
Returned to hotel and we all had showers before heading out to dinner. Found a great looking local seafood restaurant with a line up and Fotini said by my facial expressions even if we managed to get a table the staff would urinate in our food. That fish in that banged up pot looked incredible. We managed to find a “taberna” which certainly not a traditional tavern but with glitzy waitresses and cool jazz music. My sea bass was excellent served in a light tomato sauce and perfectly prepared fries. Fotini had rather pedestrian squid rings. This is a highly developed and commercial location bustling with parsimonious French in their campers and loads of Brits. There are many Portuguese tourists as well and the original village with its charming winding streets. We were fortunate to have stayed here in a much different time!
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