Where's Bertie? He's in a very large car park (of the grit-surfaced-wasteland variety) next to the market hall at Tavira (exact location: 37.12348, -7.64188)
Weather: Overcast but dry morning, light rain this afternoon.
Our decision to move on this morning wasn't made on the basis of the lawfulness of where we were parked, but due to more practical considerations. There's a dearth of motorhome service points in this area, and there are a couple or three places we want to visit before we next reach such a facility. We therefore need to move quickly enough that we visit those places before our toilet capacity is exceeded. The reality of living in car parks!
We didn't dash away at first light. Rather, I took myself off for a run, which was followed by a shower and breakfast - then I gave Mick the options of where we could go next.
His vote to miss out the town of Tavira was reversed when I read the first paragraph of our guidebook's thoughts on the place (which can be summarised as: most interesting town in the eastern Algarve - people often stay here longer than intended). That sounded worth a look, and it's not like we had any obligation to stay if we didn't fancy it after a quick look around.
The area in which we are parked is huge. Parked neatly, you could fit hundreds motorhomes in. There are plenty, but nowhere near that number. The best thing about it, in the absence of any views, is that it's less than a ten minute walk into the centre of town.
Town is where we headed immediately after an early lunch, poking our heads into the market hall on our way (big space, mainly unused and very quiet in the middle of the day).
My sister will appreciate this photo.
The castle was our first stop, being the obvious and prominent feature above the town. It afforded us views over the rooftops:
Aimless wandering then ensued, eventually taking us over the temporary bridge, built by the army in 1989, that has seen better days, over to the north side of the river.
Just upstream from the temporary bridge is the 'Roman Bridge', which was actually built in the 17th century on the foundations of a Roman bridge
We didn't find much of interest over there, and in any case our wanderings got curtailed when it started to rain. We'd gone out without jackets, so we swiftly headed back Bertiewards. The rain has been falling gently ever since.
If this is the most interesting town in the eastern Algarve, then I think that's more a reflection on the other towns than on this one. It's definitely far from the most interesting place we've ever been - although not down there with the least interesting either. I won't be feeling the need to stick around for another day of explorations, though.
Weather: Overcast but dry morning, light rain this afternoon.
Our decision to move on this morning wasn't made on the basis of the lawfulness of where we were parked, but due to more practical considerations. There's a dearth of motorhome service points in this area, and there are a couple or three places we want to visit before we next reach such a facility. We therefore need to move quickly enough that we visit those places before our toilet capacity is exceeded. The reality of living in car parks!
We didn't dash away at first light. Rather, I took myself off for a run, which was followed by a shower and breakfast - then I gave Mick the options of where we could go next.
His vote to miss out the town of Tavira was reversed when I read the first paragraph of our guidebook's thoughts on the place (which can be summarised as: most interesting town in the eastern Algarve - people often stay here longer than intended). That sounded worth a look, and it's not like we had any obligation to stay if we didn't fancy it after a quick look around.
The area in which we are parked is huge. Parked neatly, you could fit hundreds motorhomes in. There are plenty, but nowhere near that number. The best thing about it, in the absence of any views, is that it's less than a ten minute walk into the centre of town.
Town is where we headed immediately after an early lunch, poking our heads into the market hall on our way (big space, mainly unused and very quiet in the middle of the day).
The castle was our first stop, being the obvious and prominent feature above the town. It afforded us views over the rooftops:
Aimless wandering then ensued, eventually taking us over the temporary bridge, built by the army in 1989, that has seen better days, over to the north side of the river.
Just upstream from the temporary bridge is the 'Roman Bridge', which was actually built in the 17th century on the foundations of a Roman bridge
We didn't find much of interest over there, and in any case our wanderings got curtailed when it started to rain. We'd gone out without jackets, so we swiftly headed back Bertiewards. The rain has been falling gently ever since.
If this is the most interesting town in the eastern Algarve, then I think that's more a reflection on the other towns than on this one. It's definitely far from the most interesting place we've ever been - although not down there with the least interesting either. I won't be feeling the need to stick around for another day of explorations, though.
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