24th December 2015
We’re back in Aramacao de Pera, right on the beach watching the sea.
We went to Faro last Saturday to check out the airport and make sure we knew where we were meant to be, checked out a Lidls (with service area) and found an aire within sight of the airport where we could overnight with the new arrival.
Mother’s plane was 45 minutes late, we thought she may have thrown a tantrum on board but it turns out she had just run out of Pixie dust and had to get her broomstick jumpstarted.
The aire at Faro was recommended to us by our neighbours at Pera, John & Brenda, who had spent two weeks there. Not sure how they managed it since there was no water or service point, it was OK but during the night it rained and as I walked over to the bins I could smell that some of the vans had dumped their grey waste. The morning was warm and after a little potter about we moved onto to Albufeira. A proper site with electric, showers, launderette and wifi but €8 per night! It was OK and obvious that some units had been there a significant length of time.
There were lots of Swedes at this aire and they have a lovely sing song voice but I am certain that they were swapping chicken recipes, I’m sure one of them said “Put the chicken in the bowl, put the bowl in the oven…”.
We were far from any action and mother isn’t walking as well as she could so we needed to find somewhere near a beach and a bar.
After chatting to some more Bits who insisted that Portimao was full up we headed back to Aramacao de Pera and got a premium spot opposite the beach restaurant with free wifi (I say free wifi but it cost €6.80 to get the code and a couple of beers). We are 5 metres from the beach, it is €1.50 per night and we were given 10kg of oranges (lovely and juicy, the best that mother has ever had).
Tree’s up, tinsel all laid out, mother is asleep, we had a little walk to Paulo’s cafe and a pot of hot chocolate has worn her out.
It seems everytime we go to Paulo’s we see Ursula and Bernhardt.
In Aramacao there is a raised bluff so I‘ve taken a couple of photos so you can get your bearings. In the middle is the fishing “village” and behind them to the left is the aire, Frankie is hiding behind one of the other vans.
Again from the bluff is Paulo’s bar, with a couple of Hot Chocolate and Almond, Fig and Carob cake eaters soaking up the rays.
And a slightly zoomed out view, it is such a long walk, back and forward. We’ve sat on the beach four days running, been to the bar three days on the trot and are now chilling out for all the festive action to start. I’m about to crack open a crate of Old Speckled Hen, anyone want to join me watch the sun go down?
There are about 60 vans here, most are French, a few Dutch and Germans and a late arrival, a second Brit who was evicted from a wild camping spot in Alvor. The Police really seem to be cracking down on wild camping at the moment. However, John and Brenda sent me a maps.me file of over 800 wild camping places which may be of interest to you, if they are email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll email them back to you.
Finally, Lucy and I (plus Mother) would like to wish all of you a very Merry Xmas, a Happy and Prosperous New Year and we hope to see all of you one day wild camping, on an aire or in a pub!!