Today I’m posting 19,20,21, & 22. Please read in sequence.
Portimao, Portugal is a small port in the southwestern part of Portugal, and it had been known as a major fishing center. Today, due to a reduction in the stock of cod and other Atlantic species since the 1980’s, it depends mainly on the tourist industry. It’s history parallels that of most of these southern European ports, influenced by the Phoenicians, Greeks, Romans, and Moors. The village of about 40,000 people was almost completely wiped out by the earthquake of 1775, the same one that hit Lisbon to the north.
First let’s look at the port:
and then the cliffs to the right of the town:
Because the port is small we had to tender in on the ships lifeboats (that hold 63 people):
We tendered in and encountered this port sign saying goodbye:
One of several forts in the harbor:
Of coarse the port had its sidewalk cafes:
We walked from the port up into the old part of town:
If you look to the right you can see the front of the building is all in tile. You know now you are in Portugal. The next was a large plaza with church:
A couple of views around the plaza:
Another street as we returned to the port:
And how about this unique door:
Susy and I stopped in a sidewalk café near the port and had a liter of sangria with some of our ship board friends. There was a 65 year old bachelor there (we knew from the ship) who said he was going to Fatima the next day to prey that he could get a wife (he had never been married). From the next table an old gentlemen shouts out “I’ll give you mine for nothing”. The old fellows wife returns (a large, ugly lady), and our bachelor friend doesn’t say a word. So as the old guy and his wife are leaving, the old guy, calls out: “last chance, I’ll even throw in a car”. Needless to say we laughed all the way back to the ship.
One last photo of another fort as we tendered back to the ship:
It was a pleasant day, with a lot of laughs and memories. It’s onward to Lisbon tomorrow.
Love You All,
Gary (alias Gagu)