Beaches of West Portugal

If the wrong people visit the beaches of West Portugal it will be turned into another Algarve overnight but right now it is beautiful. Empty cliff backed beaches, the only occupants were fishermen and a group of six people in wet suits having an absolute ball collecting shellfish for their table. 

Vale Furado

There are also small resorts but all very low key, I know it changes nearer Lisbon.

Foz do Arelho

Tonight I said goodbye to Rei dos Frangos, (the king of chicken), until next time, nothing fancy just a whole small barbecued butterfly chicken with your choice of sauce applied with a wallpaper brush, delicious, again.
I seem to have been away for ever, not just two weeks, it just goes to prove the theory that time only flys by when your routine does not vary, note to self -mix it up more.
The shorts and flip flops are packed, the journey home begins tomorrow at 9am.
Cheers.