Figueira da Foz

This morning at high tide, the waves were so huge, we marvelled at the sight of them as they bowled onto the shore. Next to us were a very nice Belgium couple, who admired Marge, (as so many people do, wherever she goes), and told us about a tight spot they'd found themselves in whilst visiting Cornwall a few years ago with their car and caravan. Like all these disasters, they were able to laugh about it a few years on. To the other side of us were a German couple, with a similar looking van to Marge, but not quite in her league! They were more than impressed by her, and also our Brompton bicycles. "The English build the best bicycles", he said.

Our route today, took us through a heavily wooded area of pine trees. Sadly acres and acres of them had become the victim of a wild fire. We were shocked by the enormity of the fire, and the huge clearing process that was taking place. The area seemed a little poor, with working girls at the side of the road, always a sign.

Upon arriving at Figueira da Foz, we stopped to pick up some shopping, and Angela added a traditional Portuguese warm custard tart in to the basket. It was so delicious, they are likely to become a regular treat!

After lunch, it was time to stretch our legs, and walk off the custard tart, so we walked along the seafront, past the old fort and then up into the town to the Coliseum where bull fights are held.

Luckily for the bull, they do not kill it. We were suprised at how close in proximity the ring was to the town. Figuerira da Foz is a large tourist resort, and not the sort of place we would normally choose to stay overnight, but there are lots of other vans here, including that of our Belgium neighbours from last night, and once again we are right by the water and the beach.