What we hadn’t explored was the resort in general. This is where the little Carvoeiro tourist train comes in handy. For €4, we set off on the 12:00 departure for a 45-minute tour up and down some very narrow streets and steep hills.
One o’clock and time for lunch. Mr R remembered a restaurant overlooking the beach that did good food fresh from the bbq or pizza oven. So Don Carvoeiro it was.
Started with a little tapas dish of marinated octopus followed by pizzas except for Mr C, who had a skewer of giant prawns and huge pieces of roasted octopus.
So back to the villa to catch some rays.
After such a fun, packed day and a large lunch, we were never going to travel far for dinner. In fact, the only people that made it to Restaurante Palmeira were the gentlemen of the group. The following picture is not the result of some debauched dining experience with wine being thrown everywhere, but rather a delicious tomato salad that was very juicy.
After our fill of piri piri chicken and fries an early night was in order or so I thought. Mr C retired to bed whilst Mr R and I thought it a good idea to finish off the bottle of brandy bought only two days ago. Not a good idea as it turned out the following morning