Day Forty-three 26.4.05 Wills is not keen on the site we are at and wanted to move on today but James persuaded him to stay another day as we had passed some nice places yesterday and it was worth going back to have a closer look. The reason Will is not keen is because the pitch is too narrow and hard to put up the awning which means that the van gets a bit claustrophobic with all the gear in it and us. We drove back Cacela Velha which is a small hamlet by the sea. The guide book told us it was 'untouched by mass tourism and retains a peaceful atmosphere'. We arrived and were the only ones there. It was completely dead and although attractive there was nothing at all to do or look at. We moved onto Tavira. It was lovely here and although it had been 'touched' by tourism a little bit it still felt traditional. We walked around the narrow streets and then up to the castle. Inside it was free and the grounds were very pretty as you can see from the photographs. The views over the town were particularly good. We had picked up a leaflet in the tourist information centre on another Camera Obscurer. This particular one was housed in a disused water tower. We went and had a look and the English guy who had designed and built the camera advised us it would be the best 3.50 euro we'll ever spend and that the model here was far superior to the one in Lisbon (Mainly because he had built it and knew how to maintain it properly). We were taken up in the lift with another couple from Wales and were given a entertaining tour of the city reflected onto a white table in front of us. The water tower was incredible and apparently could hold 500 tonnes of water, it was built in the 1930's and had become redundant in the 1990's. The towns people, however, wanted to keep it but didn't know what to do with it. This English guy submitted his idea for a camera obscurer and ten years later his dream became a reality. After we had left the tower we had a chat with the Welsh couple who were her for a week. They hadn't realised how little there would be for young people and confessed that we were the youngest people they had met. They didn't seem to want to let us go and from that moment on we kept bumping into them around town (even in the pharmacy!) We then went on to Ihla de Tavira on the ferry. It was really quiet here and the beach was the best we had seen. The water was calm and all was perfect. We sat on our towels and within seconds were pestered by tiny flies and a closer look at the sea revealed thick green seaweed for about twenty metres into the water. We do like to be able to see where we are putting our feet.