As it was Sunday, we allowed ourselves a nice, lazy start following our early Saturday night (it involved an ice bucket, but unfortunately it was not to rest champagne, but a sore foot). Breakfast on deck, blinded by the sun, we then headed down to our cabin to prepare to move our lazy Sunday to la plage (or should I say, 'praia', when in Portugal?). Praia da Rocha, we were told, was where we were expecting to find a fortress from the 15th Century and sea views that would make us go weak at the knees. Instead, when we emerged from our cabin having been received by glorious sunshine with breakfast, we were faced with yet more complete cloud coverage, which was pretty hard to see beyond. Less than impressed by Portugal at this point.
Along we trudged to a headland in the distance, where through some very elegant bent-over-double-shuffling through a caved tunnel in the rock we found a cove reminiscent of a Famous Five story that we hoped might be the ideal spot to shelter us from the wind. Wrapped in our towels, we managed to sit it out for a few minutes before swallowing our pride and making the executive decision that it was time to head inland in pursuit of hot chocolate (it was that cold!).
To make the most of our visit to Portimão, we took a turn down the high-street as opposed to trudging back along the cold and windy beach, where I was rather distracted by holiday shopping potential, and overwhelmed by flip-flop choice when confronted with a Havaianas shop - HEAVEN. Next thing we knew, I was buying a beach mat, and suddenly we were aware of the presence of blue sky, and furthermore, sunshine! So, without further ado, we landed on the beach. Before we knew it, bikinis were revealed and we were dipping more than our toes in the Atlantic sea; complete bliss.
|It could literally not have looked more different...|
After the debacle of the previous evening's dinner sitting, we decided to be ready earlier, and to try out the other, smaller restaurant on the ship:
Starter - chicken & leek terrine
Main - Salmon pasta
Dessert - Paris Brest - yum!
where I discovered that my napkin folding skills have deserted me, and apparently all I am now capable of creating just looks rude, and nothing like a beautiful rose!
|Serious concentration face.|
|Silly 'ooh look what I made instead' face.|
One benefit of late appearances from the sun is the fact that the blue sky then remains into the evening, which on a ship gives way to much excitement over the possibility of a stunning sunset! As soon as food was done and dusted, we rushed out on deck for more Titanic moments as we were blustered around. Unfortunately, although there were very pretty skies, the cloud coverage on the horizon meant there was no pretty sunset this time. Beautiful all the same though!
A round of cards, and we made our way to the show lounge for Man in the Mirror... yeah. Tipply ship, tipply jeering from the crowd (actually, just us), but we stuck it out to the end (they were quite good at playing toy drums, we'll give them that) before disappearing to bed in anticipation of the next day's Moroccan antics.