Portugal: Part #2

After a perfectly 2 1/2 hour stress-free drive on an empty motorway, interrupted by a short stop to have our first octopus salad in a roadside café (where the clocks were also wrong, haha) we arrived at our hotel. The kids who had been moaning non-stop about the potential absence of kids their age, immediately stopped and stood there with their jaws drooping as we entered the appartment: tastefully decorated in Norwegian wood with a fully equipped kitchen (including microwave) and a seperate bedroom, the place was fantastic.

Apart from the toilet, maybe: I mean, do Portugese have square bums? Or is the majority of tourists afflicted with such an appendice? I then simply sighed and decided to grin and bear my predicament like a man…

We immediately went off to look for the nearest supermarket to stock up on the usual commodities (olives (bloody expensive at €1.80 a tin), crisps, booze, soft drinks, etc…) before going off for dinner which was excellent (yet another dish of octopus salad! ).

Everything had gone pretty damn well so far! I was already looking forward to the next day’s trip to the local beaches…

Stay tuned!