We were planning a 'fat-boy' breakfast, egg, bacon, sausages etc. but we're all full from last night so we decide to have it for supper tonight. After servicing the vans we set off towards Ferragudo, not knowing if the camperstop is still there. Talking to others the Algarve is really tightening up on free stops. Anyway, if it's not in use anymore there is a huge aire across the bridge in Portimao. Near Almancil we stop at a camper shop to see if they h...

Day breaks with drizzle and dogs barking. N+G need to go into town for wifi to catch up on e-mails and business so we decide that rather than go only a few miles this afternoon we will stay here another night. After a lot of vans move out we reposition with a sea view, or what there is of it through the mist. But a stationary day gives us the chance to plan some of our return journey and to get things clean and tidy in the van. In the evening Ali does...

Really peaceful here on this site. We have a good tidy up and put away all the fresh laundry before leaving the site and popping into El Rocio town. In May almost a million pilgrims come here to pay homage to La Virgen d'El Rocio, bringing decorated carriages and prancing stallions. Today the town is almost deserted, but looks like something out of a wild west film set. The streets are rutted sand, flanked by low timbered and stuccoed buildings. Ranch fe...

Although some of the residents appear planted here for the duration it is time for us to move on from this delightful location. There is a service point outside so while we line up for that Ali pops back to the market to get some fresh fish. From the service point it's only two miles to a Dia % supermarket where we stop to stock up on things not available in town, then it's a 75 yard trip across the road to get diesel so by the time we actually start our jo...

The day dawns warm and peaceful. Ali and Grete go into town to visit the central market. On the fruit stall they see huge strawberries and the stallholder passes them one each to taste. They buy some. Next is the meat stall, where the explain, by sign language, what they want, and come away with some nice slices of pork. Finally it's the turn of the egg-man; one douzane of his finest huelvos go in the bag. They have a look around rhe old town; a myria...