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From East to West – Portugal 2008

Entering Portugal

Well, here we are again, and it only seems a nanosecond since we returned from our epic “10 weeks in a box”trip up to the North of Scotland.

Only this time, the fabled Boomobile’s wheels are rolling West, and into Portugal. What I found incredible,after two leisurely days journeying across beautiful but familiar Andalucia, was the contrast between Spain and Portugal.

Crossing the Europa bridge, spanning a wide river estuary, it looked for all the world like the Severn crossing from England into Wales, and I suppose that if ever a geographical feature conspired to create a disparity in cultures, then it is a wise comparison.

The first town we came across, literally the first exit off the autovia once we’d entered Portugal, was Castro Marin, and it had us spellbound. Giant imposing castles, fortresses, beautiful churches and windmills and a mysterious temple all conspired to leave us with a sense of wonder, and not a little concern that we might not have enough time to see the whole of Portugal after all.

This fear was born out later as we travelled a mere 20 kilometers down the coast to Tavira, a stunningly picturesque riverside town, with beautifully painted houses lining the water and bright bobbing boats upon it. It reminded me immediately of Curacao, in the Dutch Antilles, and Miki pointed out that its name sounded awfully Portugese.

It seems to me that the Portugese and the Dutch fought some centuries ago over the rights to the island, and what I thought had been Amsterdam inspired was in all probability Tavira inspired! I shall of course be scouring the internet for proof.

We parked next to (don’t laugh) a geriatric playground, which I found quite apt having reached my half century.

It included benches where old folks can sit and pedal away, step up, step down…er…steps and such like. Joking aside I think it’s a great idea, and I for one would pay good money to see my Dad messing about on this stuff.

An incident occurred which made us feel strangely secure here. Two guys wandered by with a guitar in a case and an amplifier on wheels. They took them into the park and left them there. Some 50 meters away was a supermarket and they wandered in to buy some stuff, completely unconcerned about their equipment. Nobody touched the stuff.

In Manchester, in the time it took for them to do their shopping, their gear would have been nicked, sold for crack cocaine, the drugs dealt and a new junkie would be dead on the grass from an overdose.

We wandered around the town on a lovely sunny afternoon, located a possible internet point, and all being well, on Monday, this article may have been posted, dear reader!

Miki waves to the fans…

Kev Moore


June 2, 2008 - Posted by | Art, friends, fun, life, personal, random, travel, writing | ,


  1. And I wave back Miki and Kev! and I’m so glad you’re enjoying yourselves.

    Comment by Susan Cornelis | June 3, 2008

  2. I love your descriptions of your travels. Thank you so much for taking the time to share them with us.

    Comment by shelleymhouse | June 3, 2008

  3. …and it’s you guys taking the time to read them that make it worthwhile and such a pleasure, Shelley and Susan! It’s nice to be able to keep in touch with our friends while we are on the road. I don’t know how often we’ll find internet as we have done the past two days, but we’ll try every few days to post some tales of our travels.

    Comment by kevmoore | June 3, 2008

  4. oh, you lucky, lucky ones! great post, kev, I could follow you just like if I was there…and Miki looks happy in Portugal… Seems a country of my own liking too… Maybe I will immigrate over there…

    Comment by iondanu | June 4, 2008

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