New daily rhythm
After enjoying the sunset on the cliff all to ourselves last night, we were lucky enough to be able to admire the sunrise at the same spot this morning. - We just had to turn our heads to the left instead of the right. Our rhythm has changed considerably in the meantime. I used to often work until 9 or 10 pm. - After that, we had dinner and then watched a movie. - I was rarely in bed before 1:00 am. Even on days when I did exercise in the morning, it was rarely before or at sunrise. It's completely different here. When the sun goes down, our evening also comes to an end. We are usually in bed an hour later. (Torgit's note: the sun sets later here in Portugal than in Germany)
As it starts to rain, we set off today after the first coffee. Otherwise we are too worried about Hector getting stuck. We become more and more aware that with Spector, Hector's successor, we will also need four-wheel drive.
Benagil cave
We drive a little further parallel to the cliff and arrive at the Benagil cave. The Benagil Cave in the Algarve is one of the most popular sights in the south of Portugal. It is located directly on the sandy beach of the same name, Praia de Benagil. From here, it is only a short walk to this spectacular cave. We lie on our stomachs and gaze into the deep darkness. The surf rages below us. An amazing feeling.
The traveler
A little way up the cliff, a young girl is sitting under a cliff overhang. She seems so relaxed that I have to disturb her. I speak to her in English and ask if she would like a picture of herself. She holds her GoPro out to me with a laugh. Instead of a picture, I get a video. It turns out that she is also a traveler.
Anna comes from the village. Do you know how country girls describe their home? - "Do you know Stuttgart? Maybe you also know Tübingen? Maybe you also know Balingen? I come from a small village near Balingen, nobody knows that anyway." - Anna is just as likeable as her description. We wish her every happiness on her tour. - Torgit takes another picture of me - Later, we walk through the rain back to Hector. A jacket would have been useful.
Pitch Skys Pension
After breakfast, we set off for our pitch at Skys Pension near Almancil. This is where we will park Hector for the next few days. On the way to the parking space, we see a very cool Bimobile and a Defender at a traffic circle. My interest is piqued. Only when we overtake do I realize that I hadn't paid any attention to the fact that I was driving 180 degrees in the wrong direction. So I turn around and go back. - Why is Torgit laughing at me?
On site, we meet an exciting community. - Rafael Paulo, the owner, feels German, even though he has Portuguese roots. But realizing his dream of building Tiny Houses in the local society repeatedly comes up against limits. - As I thought, the path to ownership here is much more challenging than some tourists think. - The pitch is decidedly rustic, but this is overshadowed by the open nature of the owners. - We feel at home.
The NordVan
As we park our Hector, we stand next to Tanni with a T6 from NordVan, a conversion company from Neumünster. The concept based on the long wheelbase seems successful, but once again confirms our choice of a SpaceCamper. Tanni has taken a year out and describes it on her blog: https://tanniontour.de/
RTL telethon
Here I finally have the opportunity to get online again. I find it fascinating that the mobile phone network and the data network often work in opposite directions. - Suddenly, facebook reminds me of the RTL telethon from three years ago. Having ridden along with "my" team on a spinning bike, Kettcar and scooter in recent years, I'm looking forward to watching from afar this time. The OKAL team did an exemplary job, even without me. Keep up the good work!
At lunchtime, the campsite is literally in German hands. At least German is spoken. Towards evening it becomes more cosmopolitan. The circle expands. Do you know this one? A Frenchman, an Englishman and three Germans sitting around a campfire? Then there are Poles, Swedes, Swiss... - Where's the joke? Wait for the end.
Udo from the Yukon
When I get to the fireplace a few minutes later, Torgit is already deep in conversation with Udo, a Berliner. - Berlin is actually the wrong word. But at least Udo ran a company with a business partner in Berlin for many years. What started out as a small business ended up being a company with 56 employees. - But one day, at the young age of almost 50, Udo suddenly no longer wanted the responsibility. From one day to the next, he sold his half share in the company to his partner for one euro on the condition that he would be free on the same day. - Udo opted for a life of freedom. He spent 15 years in Canada, in Yukon to be precise.
The Klondike gold rush, which drove many adventurers to this area back then, is a long, long time ago. Today, an area almost twice the size of Germany is home to only 38,000 inhabitants, three quarters of whom live in the city of Whitehorse alone. So there is plenty of peace and quiet. According to his descriptions, Udo lived as you would imagine: Building a log cabin, canoe trips on the Yukon River, criss-crossing America's north in a pick-up truck. On the subject of bears, he just laughs - mosquitoes would be worse. - Udo is now 73 years young. But he is far from fed up with traveling and adventure. At least he hopes so, because a detached retina could get in his way. Otherwise, he makes a more than smart impression. He is still on tour with Tiny, his dog. His last route went along the Baltic Sea, via Poland, Estonia, Lithuania, up to Scandinavia, Sweden, Finland, Lofoten and then back via Norway. The two of them still have a lot of plans and you would think they have the confidence to do it.
International understanding
But what was that joke again? - Before the fire burns down, the Swiss man gets some instruments out of his van, including a didgeridoo, a rattle and a flute. - A guitar is also quickly found. Songs are performed one after the other. The Frenchman with La Bohème by Charles Aznavour, the Swedes with Abba. Then come songs that I don't know. The Germans are once again very reserved. - I then take charge with a classic: Eisgekühlter Bommerlunder by Die Toten Hosen. - The Frenchman is thrilled, the rest don't know what to do with it. - I'm off to bed then 😉
Still wondering where the joke was? - You should have heard me sing, that was funny, sure it was.
Tomorrow we are heading for Cologne. We will report further. - Let us surprise you!
Insight of the day: We are going home and yet we are losing our home. - We are already looking forward to going back to the Algarve.
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