On the last day of April I left Faro and cycled to a campsite a few kilometres past Tavira. It was only a short ride, because I had promised myself to go slowly as part of a rehabilitation program I had doctored out myself. That meant doing lots of stretches, short distances and lots of resting days. The knees are still not alright, so I keep matters on the safe side.
Shortly after I had arrived at the campsite, a lot of teenagers were dumped by their parents on a plot near me. They casually set up their tents nearly on top of each other, clearly as a pretence and certainly not disguising their true intention to do some serious partying. The first of May was a holiday and they had a long weekend.
I already regretted having left Faro.
The next day I visited Tavira. I followed he ecovia, but as usual and I got totally lost. I had downloaded some Google maps from 1996 apparently.
In Tavira I made some pictures of the Moorish built castelo.
The next day I revisited Tavira after I had moved my tent to another plot. On the way back I visited the picturesque ruin of a fort. It was built a long time ago by some people who wanted to defend something against some other people. It was very nice with wild flowers.
The following day I crossed the border into Spain. This time not on my bicycle but on the ferry. As a result I entered a different timezone which meant some serious jetlag the following day.
Glad to be back in Spain!