Playing at being millionaires

We had D’s brother Simon staying with us for a few days last week, en route to a work assignment in Zurich. We took him on a quick highlights tour to some of our favourite places – he is going to do a guest blog about it when he has a break from being busy and important in Switzerland. Suffice to say, we had a great time and our conversations ranged from the invention of Clive (Obi-Wan Kenobi’s little known half-brother) to whether Richard Dawkins is a genius (Simon’s view) or a whinger (my view). I have to say I may have lost that last argument as I am now enjoying The Greatest Show on Earth, his excellent book about the evidence for evolution. However, I will reserve judgement on the whinging aspect until I have given The God Delusion another chance.

We are now west of Lisbon, on a campsite close to the millionaire’s playground of Caiscais. D has some work and this site seems to be a good base for exploring the nearby coast, Sintra, Caiscais and Lisbon so we have booked in for 10 whole nights! My goodness, we’ll feel like locals by the time we leave.

Speaking of locals, we’ve made the same basic mistake again. We took the advice of a local (well, a Brit who has lived here for the last year) and went on a walk. Apparently, it is a 6km walk around the coast road from the campsite to Caiscais, sounds perfect. We left Uller at home – 6km on pavement is too far for her now – and headed off in glorious sunshine. We expected the walk to take about 1 1/2 hours, but by that time we had only just reached the point we had ‘reliably’ been informed was about halfway. We eventually got to the town but didn’t really have a chance to look around – we grabbed some groceries and got a taxi back to the campsite so we could let Uller out of the van! Google Maps tells us that the walk is closer to 9.5km – not a problem if you don’t have a dog to think about. There was loads of parking along the coast road, so we’ll get a bit closer next time and then take the dog with us as the coast views were great and Caiscais looks like a town worth exploring. We’ll go and hob-nob with the locals at the new marina – sure we’ll fit right in.

We saw a Maybach on the road yesterday. For those who don’t know, the Maybach is the Mercedes-Benz version of a Rolls Royce. They’ve been around for several years, but this is the first time I’ve seen one on the road. I used to think I wanted one (you know, complete with chauffeur, if I won the lottery). Having seen one, I now know that I don’t.

We have been warned about ‘packs of wild dogs’ which live in the dunes in this area and advised to carry a stick with us when we are out walking. We saw some of the dogs yesterday – looked a lot more like abandoned domestic dogs to me, soaking up the sun, but we’ll keep the stick with us just in case – better safe than sorry!

Oh, it rained last night/this morning. The first rain we’ve had since 16 December. D was going to take a photo but then the rain stopped and the sun came out. Again.



nice tarts… sometimes it can be difficult to know whether to eat them or photograph them

This looks a terrific spot to spend a few days. Pete’s comment has gone over my head. Maybe this is a good thing?

when i made the comment, there was a picture of mince pies nearby
they have gone somewhere, rendering me senseless

I know how you feel Pete. When I re-read this, there was a photo of tarts and wine. I looked at a couple of other episodes and added a comment or two and now the tarts have gone again. Those elusive tarts. Blog imitating life perhaps?

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2 thoughts on “Playing at being millionaires

  1. Big Little Bro

    Ah the perfect tart… you see it, feel a connection, them it’s gone….

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