Up and Atom for the Sunday blast - Weather is warm and sunny - Stevo has lost his jacket - but the chances are it's in McCabes - we will find out later. So it's lunchtime and we set off to find grub - It's sunday so most places arent open - so we drive around for a bit until we find one place that is open. So we stroll over - manage to get a decent seat outside and wait for our friendly waiter to serve us - Turns out he's not too friendly, Stevo asks for Vino Verdi - the breakfast booze staple but the waiter pisses about pretending not to know what we want - he then reverts to English and says something along the lines of "Yes I know what wine is - I'm portuguese, what are you idiots on about?" so we're off to a good start - we order the grub and it eventually shows up - it's Mount Lunchtime and I immediately feel I wont be able to scale this ascent - It was a fish pie sort of thing - Grant managed to do better than I did - No one's going to starve seems to be the motto here as well - It was pleasant enough but the waiter guy sort of gave up on us. Once again it was pretty good value.

Next Stevo decides to take us on the more northerly Coastal Path which is where the tourists head to and Boat trips go, to see the stunning coast line. I think it was Praia de Arrifana - but I could be wrong - We enjoyed this and was nice to walk along for a couple of hours - at least we got some exercise. If you're in this neck of the woods, then it has to be done, you get to see interesting rock formations, steep cliffs and very decent beaches - the mid afternoon heat was very pleasant as well. Eventually we head back to the ranch - balcony chill time and decide we will head out a bit later as is the last night and it's going to be an early start tomorrow - so we sort our gear out and wait for the clock to tell us when it's time to head to the boozer.

Staying Alive

Once more we decide to head to the backstreet bar of The Three Monkeys - it's sort of been quite chill in there, well it had been- we're a couple of Superbocks in and then we're accosted by a semi pissed bloke who decides to start telling a tale of random violence. He's sort of entry level Heavily Tattoed Bellowing Ape but looks as if he could turn on a sixpence and I can see that Grant isnt taking to our new pal. He starts telling aboiut how yesterday he was on the train and there was a gay married couple behind him, he said they were ok blokes and on changing stations they had asked him if he wanted to join them for a drink. which he did - he then said they got all weird on him and started giving him grief about stuff that he had no idea they were on about and actually got up and left as it was getting weird and threatening - so we're kind of going yeah okay and he then asks us if we saw the aggro by this bar last night? Well we were here but didnt see anything - turns out that as he was walking past there were two guys sitting on the floor, crying and covered in claret - he actually went over to see if he could help them but it turned out to be the pair who had given him grief in the train station - looks like their weird behaviour had landed them in some trouble - and to be honest I think you'd seriously have to rile someone here to get involved with any aggro.

Anyways the chap who's telling us this is now in Piss Pot Billy mode and he's staggering about and I also was hoping he'd b***** off - He was about 40, skine heeeded and told a load of bollox about how he lived all over the world - we were pretty civil to him as none of us are fond of broken noses - so we placated him enough until he sodded off. He was an Ulsterman and we had to tip toe gently through the tulips with this one.

We then decide to head to Eddies Bar but the mad Ulsterman was in the vicinity wobbling about so we thought it best to give him at least a mile breathing space - so it was back to Bar O Artisa but the bar was full and we decided to head next door. On the way out we were blocked by one of the staff who said something along the lines of "and where do you think you're going..?" pretty funny really...told him the bar was full and didnt want to sit in the Leicester seats.

Back in McCabes, Stevo's jacket was located so that was a relief. As said it's a great bar and you get talking to everyone who's in there. A group of not so quiet Americanos came in and we had an interesting chat with them - they were a mix of Republicans and Democrats so we set about putting the cat amongst the pigeons - they were from Pensilvania and Idaho - chalk and cheese who were on a college reunion, we did have a fun time with them but they were sort of hard going in the end. The women asked where I was from but an explanation didnt seem to help and in the end I agreed with them that Wales was a distant island in the Atlantic that was ruled by an English King. Brandy and Jamesons were administered to end the evening.