With Portugal receiving more than 300 days of sunshine each year, it’s no wonder Brits flock here throughout the seasons. That’s more than twice the UK average of around 145 days. Perhaps that’s why we go a little stir crazy under hot azure conditions, at home or abroad.
Most visitors zoom into the coastal regions. Without realising what they may be missing a short distance inland.
Day 21 – We decide not to miss out. Head up into the Monchique Mountains region. Discover that at Alferce, the local council have constructed a beautiful overnight parking lot for touring campers. For €11 per night, it’s a bargain. No showers, but Beastie is well equiped.
Less than five minutes away is the Passadiços Barranco do Demo. Famous for its wooden walkway and suspension bridge. We wait until the hottest part of the day and set out!
It’s not often that more than 50% of a hike is walking up and down steps!
Our pre-dinner apéritif arrives in the form of a local bell-jingling family.
Day 22 – In these very remote parts, there’s absolutely no chance of catching a local bus, uber, or even thumbing a lift as traffic is sparce. So Scoot is put under starters orders. Not that he’s going to race around in any event. Mr S likes to take it slowly. Give time to exercise his rubber-neck. Much to the chagrin of Mrs S. She much prefers to be the one having a gander as we wander.
Scoot wanders into Monchique village. We find the one, built for goats street. And like the grand ole Duke of York we march to the top; then we march right down again.
Having a four year old grandson, Jason, brings many joys. Making short videos for him while touring, is one those . . .
Then it’s a short Scoot over to experience the thermal spring at Caldas de Monchique. The Roman’s loved revelling in its therapeutic waters. We arrive too late. The tiny lush thermal source has been gobbled up by a village hotel and spa.
Our Maps directed 12K Scoot, back to base, a little lumpier than anticipated. Compensates with wonderful views across the hills towards the coast.