Pensao-Residencial Oceano Faro

... to the station. I sit on the bench and pick away at the ruby red fruit. Pomegranate is similar to sunflower seeds, in that psychologically you are eating, but physically you are consuming so very little. <br><br>I arrived in Faro early in the day, located the nearest internet cafe and sent out a flurry of requests to both Couch Surfing and WWOOFing hosts. I wander the streets, hoping to accidentally find the youth ...

In Albufeira, we went to a Portugese bullfight, not the real deal as in they don't kill the bull, rather they stab them in the back with a bunch of arrows. I thought it was mean, especially the first bull because it was pretty much still a baby and looked scared instead of angry. Jon ...

... about the Qantas, Jetstar or Virgin Blue self check in system. Unlike BA, if you were booked to fly together then generally when you go to check yourself in all call up your booking, the person that your are travelling with also appears. But at BA, the idea seems to be if you don't go and start checking in 24 hours before your departure, then they will allocate you seats at random, so not taking into account that you are travelling with your significant other and may ...

... to make the (rather optimistic) 1km from the station seem like 5km. Finally we reached the end of a dusty road were our 4 star, 2 pool, 2 bar, 55 Euro bargain sat in all its air-conditioned glory. Whilst not exactly oozing charm, it was certainly good value. We're only here for the sea sand and Sagres afterall. <br><br>Tavira, a resort town, with a certain charm, a hint of Spanish chav and a short boat ride to the beach to dissuade the properly ...

Bussed to Faro, a small seaside town with not a hell of a lot really!!<br><br>Our room had no window, but faked the appearance by having a curtain anyway... nothing like a little bit of closet sleeping!!<br><br>Went for a swim at the beach/lagoon with our 1.60 euro bottle of red ...

Nach dem mühsamen und nervenden Tag in Huelva sind wir endlich in Albufeira angekommen im dortigen Hapimag-Ressort. sehr schön gebaut,alles sauber, breite infrastruktur und selbst die angestellten im minimarkt sprechen deutsch oder gar schwiizerdütsch :-)...komisches gefühl all das ch-deutsch zu hören plötzlich.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>< br> Die beiden Cousins von Evi, Christoph und Thomas, machen ...

... emerging to burn off the mist that hung in the fields. We reached the AP4 - E5 that we had travelled up on yesterday and turned north, into heavy mist. As we approached 'Seville' it started to rain heavily and we decided to bypass Seville. It had been quite a chore in the dry and I certainly didn't fancy repeating yesterday's madness in the pouring rain. I had wanted to see Seville's architecture but had no intention of getting wet ...

... to our balcony to take it easy and have one of our classic dinners of wine, bread, cheese, olives, etc... and of course fabulous conversation. The next day we wanted to see what Faro was like open for business. The only real site that intrigued us was the "Chapel of Bones". It is in the back of an old church and dates from the 1800s. The chapel is actually made out of bones dug up hundreds of years ...

This Episode has yet to be finalized and edited. Read at your own risk. This morning I woke up in hallway after a night of battling shouts from kids who appeared far too old to behaving as they were and an olypic level snore-athon staged by one of my room mates. Let me explain how it came to this. I retired to my Hostel early last night in hopes to have a good nights rest and get an early start to my day trip to the nearby villiage of Olhao. In the beginning of the evening some ...

... way to the beach, due to the tides and my sore back ("boo hoo - you're breakin' my heart!"). After a short siesta early in the afternoon we were back out to meet friends, watch Germany scrape by Argentina in the quarters and get prepared for the Festival Med concert that would be happening in the neighbouring town of Loule that night. Loule (pron. Lol-le ...