15th August
It’s so easy to be lulled into a false sense of security and so it was at Nazare and it was only at the last minute that I discovered that Capt. Mike was feeding us yoties exaggerated weather reports and tales of huge waves beyond the breakwater and beyond our sight to keep us in port and presumably to keep the funds flowing into the coffers. When I decided to leave he repeated his dire warnings told me there would be no room at Peniche, my next port, and that if I left he couldn’t promise me he’d be able to find me a berth if I wanted to tur
n back! What a guy! My friend Mick decided to stay another day I did not and went and found the conditions to be brisk but fine I arrived at Peniche and left the next day and had a lovely sail down to Cascais which is on the north bank of the River Tejo 10 miles east of Lisbon and it is here that I’ll wait for Debbie to join me.
19th August
Cascais is a pretty little holiday town which at some time in its past was a fishing village but this has long since been smothered by wealthy visitors, restaurants and souvenir shops. There are 3 curry houses here, we’ve tried two so far, which shouldn’t be a surprise when you realise that Brits make up the biggest ex-pat community; every shop sells the Daily Telegraph and you can buy Bovril in the supermarket.
Debbie and I caught the train to Lisbon yesterday, a beautiful city which was built during Portugal’s golden age when diamonds and precious metals flowed from Brazil to be converted into grand buildings, squares and churches we had lunch because that’s what we always d
o, funny really but our trips always seem to revolve around food. Grilled sardines are like their fast food here and they are so fresh and tasty….ummmmm!
It’s so easy to be lulled into a false sense of security and so it was at Nazare and it was only at the last minute that I discovered that Capt. Mike was feeding us yoties exaggerated weather reports and tales of huge waves beyond the breakwater and beyond our sight to keep us in port and presumably to keep the funds flowing into the coffers. When I decided to leave he repeated his dire warnings told me there would be no room at Peniche, my next port, and that if I left he couldn’t promise me he’d be able to find me a berth if I wanted to tur
n back! What a guy! My friend Mick decided to stay another day I did not and went and found the conditions to be brisk but fine I arrived at Peniche and left the next day and had a lovely sail down to Cascais which is on the north bank of the River Tejo 10 miles east of Lisbon and it is here that I’ll wait for Debbie to join me.19th August
Cascais is a pretty little holiday town which at some time in its past was a fishing village but this has long since been smothered by wealthy visitors, restaurants and souvenir shops. There are 3 curry houses here, we’ve tried two so far, which shouldn’t be a surprise when you realise that Brits make up the biggest ex-pat community; every shop sells the Daily Telegraph and you can buy Bovril in the supermarket.
Debbie and I caught the train to Lisbon yesterday, a beautiful city which was built during Portugal’s golden age when diamonds and precious metals flowed from Brazil to be converted into grand buildings, squares and churches we had lunch because that’s what we always d
o, funny really but our trips always seem to revolve around food. Grilled sardines are like their fast food here and they are so fresh and tasty….ummmmm!
2 comments:
Elsie
YOU ARE LOOKIN AS STUNNING AS EVER!
i dont mind admitting I was getting a bit worried...but his mind was obviously on waiting for you and not on his worried followers in other parts of the world1 When does he plan to arrive in Ibiza..your'e next meeting point? Enjoy the rest of your time together my friends...speak soon Love Suexxxx
Hi Sue hope your okay....I heard your news but maybe knowing is better than not and at least the problem can be sorted once and for all. I will be in Ibiza around the 24th September, Debbie joins me for the final leg to Palma. bye xxx
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