Lagos, Lagos, Lagos

mucking around with the GoPro.

Time to relax. Lagos, holiday central for so many Australians, New Zealanders, English, Canadians, Germans and French. In fact, I didn’t meet a Portuguese person until the hostel night shift worker sat down with us for a chat. We stayed at the Stumble Inn where our friend Sophie had worked a couple of years ago. A cool place where a few Aussies and Kiwis come over to work the summer. We met of course more Australians and this Swedish guy who told the most long-winded pointless stories. 

This beach is about half full compared to the others

The beaches are picturesque and filled with people. We walked up the coast along the cliff tops and peered down at the beaches filled with umbrellas and tan bodies or Kayak tours, boat tours or booze cruises out on the water. 

the coast walk had so many nice viewing spots.

so much ocean.

Beautiful little coves and beaches.

cliff walk

One of the beaches we swam at had this cool little cave that we could swim in. It was surprising how cold the water was compared to Valencia and Barcelona, coming in from the Atlantic ocean rather than the Mediterranean sea . It was funny watching the tide come in quickly because it caught some tourists unawares as it soaked their towels whilst they were napping or reading a book.

in the little cave

some dude jumping off the cliff

We dabbled in the famous nightlife of Lagos with a few cool places and some not so cool ones. The not so cool ones just weren’t our scene with too many young, rude drunk Australians being stupid and wasted in absolutely packed venues.

Off to the capital of Portugal next…Lisbon.

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