Day No. 101 - Olhão - Miele Miele spoke the aunt...

...who knew the washing machines.

Today begins with a big clean-up. After breakfast, the water bags and the water tank are filled, vacuumed, rinsed and cleaned inside. - We can't and don't want to keep up with the shine of some of the campers nearby. Some yogurt pots look as if they were pushed out of the store yesterday. All is still right with the world here. Almost like it used to be, while Dad stood by the road on Saturday lunchtime after the big shopping trip, sponge in hand. First the car was washed, then polished. Liga Live was on the car radio. Meanwhile, Mum was waving the vacuum cleaner around.

But we also want to wash dirty laundry today. We seem to be in luck today because two washing machines are immediately free. We have a lot of laundry. So first wash and dry.

In Portugal, it still seems to be customary to wash clothes in a central location. While there is a washing machine in almost every household in Germany, there are still many public washing stations here. We often see mothers and grandmothers washing their clothes side by side. Again and again we come across porcelain washbasins in the shape of the old washboards. It is therefore not surprising that the launderette has replaced this place of communication. Even today, an old lady operates the machine. Miele spoke the aunt, we are reminded of this advertising slogan when we see her. - It is well known that we shrink with age. But we would certainly have to get very, very old to catch up.

After the chores, we devote a little time to street art. As it should be, this is mainly in the somewhat darker areas. I wouldn't want to park Hector here overnight. No matter where we park, we are immediately scanned and eyed. Nevertheless, we think our hunt was worthwhile. It's always exciting what there is to discover.

As our supplies are running low, we then look for a supermarket. This time we try a Pingo Doce first. At the same time as us, a horde of gypsies, sorry traveling people, storms the store. I would like to know who would have had no reservations at that moment. I realize that I still can't free myself from them. I feel guilty until the moment I see Torgit holding her handbag protectively.

An elderly gentleman speaks to us in the parking lot. He just wants to say a friendly "Kölle Alaaf". At the end of the conversation, we have a long list of tips on what else we should see in the Algarve and the hinterland. - And I always thought Koblenzers were lazy with their mouths.

We set off again in the direction of Praia de Loulé Velho. We want to get my glasses back here. When we arrive, we can just see the sunset. Afterwards, we sit by the fire for a while. As we were only here a few days ago, it's almost a bit like coming home.