After 5 weeks straight of rain in London (in the middle of summer, thank god for the pubs!) we were well due for some European sunshine. With our good mate Keiran still onboard, we loaded up on sunscreen and set sail for Portugal and Spain.
First stop was Portugal's capital Lisbon.
A taste of some Portugese sunshine and Lisa was about ready to find the nearest banana chair shop and set up camp.
Rich in history, and pastries, it was a good first stop enroute to the beaches of the Algarve.
All aboard toot toot! We took the train down to Lagos, a hot spot on the southern coast of Portugal.
Home for the week was an apartment in the old town of Lagos - think whitewashed buildings, cobblestoned streets and to top it off a crazy cleaner called Maria that couldn't speak a word of english but loved knocking on the door at 7am to give us fresh towels and clean the kitchen - like having a Portugese version of your Grandma on holidays with you...
A 10 minute walk through the town and we were at our local beach. Check the cliffs where we saw some of the local kids running and jumping off the end!!
Walk 10 minutes the opposite direction and we were at a harbour full of some amazing yachts. Keiran and I are deep in conversation because growing up in a place that is 2 hours from the ocean - we know boats...
Arrrr me matey come aboard an i'll make ye walk the plank (in my best Pirate accent). We all jumped aboard a boat and headed out around the coast to explore the Lagos grottos. Check out the pastey white London legs...
For those that know him - and even those that don't - nice hat Kezza, it really brings out your eyes. hahaha....
Plenty of photos but I think I can basically sum up the week
Lots of this
and lots of this
and a final snap to sum up the Portugese way of life.... chilled
Next stop was Sevilla in Spain - the birthplace of Tapas and Flamenco. At a scorching 41c in the shade cruising
about was kept to a minimum. Thank god for the roof top pool at our hotel!!
and when the sun has gone to bed, the streets are lined with endless Tapas bars, yum yum
Continuing east and towards the southern coast of Spain we entered the world of the English package holiday. Much like the gold coast though far more burnt Englishmen.
Keiran's not looking too bad but check out the other two burnt Englishmen/women!!
Puerto Banus is the so called jewel in the crown of the Costa de Sol (coast of Southern Spain), and has long been a playground of the rich and famous. The only day we saw a cloud in Spain we took a stroll amongst some of the most impressive boats i've ever seen.
There's only so much lying on a beach without waves that an aussie bloke can handle so we saddled up and headed for the mountains - super mario karts style!
sun, sand, cocktails
and sore heads!!
Next stop Oktoberfest - just cause we didn't drink enough beer in Spain errrrr.