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... 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 ...

... from this chef. Daniella laughs, she is the chef. She obviously finds it more amusing than I.<br><br>Dinner is also a simple affair here. Daniella leaves to take a shower before dinner. I'm given no directions as to how I should finish the meal, but it is obvious that I am expected to. I have no idea how long the meat has been in the oven, and to be honest I don't really care. A quick count on vegetables and dessert portions and it becomes obvious that not enough food has been ...

... back home might even sell for 30 bucks. Dinner is finished and the plates come back half eaten. Fish is dissected though not eaten, the beans barely touched. Apparently these people hate big meaty delicious fish. A dessert of instant pudding pie is consumed in its entirety. <br><br>I will never understand what it is about a meal that makes people love it or hate it.

... the kingdom of Dom Manuel I, the headland already had a beacon kept lit all night by the Capuchin friars. With a range of 95 kilometers, the present-day lighthouse is one of the most powerful in Europe. From the fortress of Sagres a panoramic view of the Atlantic Ocean is unforgettable.<br><br>Night show at Hotel Algarve Casino was spectacular. The dancers and the light show were truly unforgettable.<br><br><br>

... fridge was well stocked with a nice variety of cheeses, and other dairy products and a shelf completely dedicated to beer was encouraging. But in the back lurked things of dubious histories; microwave pizzas, and other such evils. In the cupboards I found bags of rotting carrots in various states of decay, a crate of onion skins hiding a couple decomposing in the bottom, and no less than three rotten cabbages. I mean, cabbages have a half life of a ...

... it was pretty tame until one of the toreadors almost got trampled by one of the bulls, the dude was lucky they dulled the tip of the bulls horns. <br><br><br>http://picasaweb.google.com /Jonny.D.Lawrence/20091016Albufeira?aut hkey=Gv1sRgCImA4oCXitDO5AE&amp;feat=dir ectlink<br>

... not "surfers" but we we&#8217;re much less scared of getting tossed by the big waves this time. We also came to the conclusion that it maybe wasn&#8217;t us that, but that it&#8217;s the size of the board that was hindering our performance....<br> <br>http://picasaweb.google.com/Jonny.D .Lawrence/20091011Sagres?authkey=Gv1sRg CMmMtI7egbGKvAE&amp;feat=directlink

Well it's been almost 28 hours since we left a cold, wet and windy Melbourne on Monday and we are here at last! The flights were generally OK with no major issues, aside from a plane load of children on the BA flight from London to Faro (we were prepared for this since July/Aug is the summer holiday season in Europe) and BA deciding to split us apart in the seating but were not able to seat us together cos the plane was full - very odd). <br><br>The flight connections were ...

... discovering a gem of a local restuarant with amazing bbq chicken. 6 euro for dinner!!<br><br>The next day to fill in time before departing we looked at the Chapel of Bones, which was built from the bones of the monks from the local cemetary. Over 1200 skulls. Definite goosebumps eh!

Our plan today was to cycle to Odemira. After our usual late start, and stopping in Gomes Aires for coffee, we try to find our way out of Gomes Aires that will avoid the motorway (we thought this might be worth a try!). After having a nice look around Gomes Aires for a while, an old woman reckons she can direct us to Corte do Gato and drags us up on to her porch to point out the way. It's a tiny little road ...