|Between the beach and the airport|
Faro itself is a great town, with a small historic centre and a very attractive, low-rise commercial part. There are plenty of narrow street with tiny squares. The market is enormous and humming with life. The laying up possibility is Bruce’s yard, which would be ideal except that his limit on beam is 5m. We explored up a creek between the town beach on a dune by the seashore and the airport.
|Workboat off Olhao|
Collatra is a long, sand dune island, with a drying inner lagoon where people leave their boats for months. We saw a trimaran that we’d met in Sao Martinho on the way down, tucked up nicely high in the dunes. But we didn’t think either we or our insurance company would be happy to leave Razzmatazz there unattended.
So, we decided to hire a car and explore further afield more quickly. At the suggestion of the tourist office, we cycled out to the airport, but were offered such absurdly high prices with minimum hire periods of three days that we turned round and came back to town. As we passed the railway station, we noticed a hire company shacked up in a portakabin, and they gave us a car for the next day at a very reasonable price. We drove into Spain. First, we got an offer in Aymonte, but a quite bit more than we wanted to pay, and then an offer in El Rompido which we thought reasonable, so we plumped for it, although it meant staying afloat. However, we liked El Rompido as a place, thought the marina looked especially safe, and liked being somewhere where we could speak the language.