Zaterdag, 20 april 2019
Eens wat anders…
Emma liet vallen dat ze tijdens haar weekje herfstvakantie wel naar
de Algarve zou willen.
Maar ja, wie wil en kan er dan mee? Als Mariecke gevraagd wordt
begint ze eerst te zeuren en dus vroeg Renée of ik dan met haar naar
de Algarve zou willen. Tja, waarom niet?!
We zijn dan net een weekje terug van onze reis met camper in Amerika
en dan kan ik weer gaan. Ik denk dat ik mijn reistas dan maar gewoon
Gisteren heb ik de vluchten geboekt. Er vliegen 2 maatschappijen van
Nantes naar Faro. Volotea was echter geen optie want die vliegen
midden in de nacht.
Dus werd het Transavia. De heenvlucht is op een hele mooie tijd en
voor de terugvlucht moeten we alleen wat vroeger opstaan. Ach ja, is
We vliegen heen op 27 oktober en komen op 3 november weer terug.
Na heel wat gezoek op heel veel websites heb
ik wat leuke en betaalbare appartementen gevonden.
Een leuk appartement met 2 slaapkamers, een groot terras met
uitzicht en lekker centraal gelegen in de Algarve voor onze
Nu alleen nog een auto boeken en routes uitstippelen.
Zaterdag, 11 mei 2019
Autootje en een wijziging
Zo, de auto is geboekt. Ik heb een type Fiat Panda geboekt via Zest
Car Rental. We hebben al eerder via hun geboekt en ze zijn bekend
vanwege hun goede service.
De eerste vluchtwijziging is ook al binnen. We vliegen nu rond 2 uur
’s middags terug naar Nantes. Wel zo fijn want dan hoeven we niet
voor dag en dauw uit het appartement en kunnen het lekker op ons
We hebben besloten om een boottochtje te doen langs de rotskust van
de Algarve maar die boek ik pas iets voor we vertrekken zodat ik een
beetje kan zien wat het weer gaat doen. We willen tenslotte niet met
slecht weer op een boot zitten. Ook willen we kijken of we kunnen
gaan trotten. Emma heeft dat nog nooit gedaan en ik vind dit altijd
wel leuk om te doen.
Zondag, 27 oktober 2019
Zjwien goes to Portugal
It wasn't the earliest the humans had ever left for
one of their trips. Thank the plushie
I had a semblance of a sleep in the morning. But after that, into
the suitcase I went. I didn't see the light of day again until
airport security when Emma had to take that heavy backpack off my
back. I tried to scream for help at that point because I was well
and truly suffocating in that suitcase, but no one paid me any mind.
I saw the sun a few more times, whenever Emma had to put her
backpack back in or to take it out again. Aside from that, I didn't
see a lot. Not yet at least.
I was finally let out of my prison once we made it to
the apartment. I share a room with Emma (as usual), and though there
are two beds, she insists on us sharing one. She did put me up on
the window ledge to enjoy the view. And what a view it is. The last
time I saw the sea was during our bike rides around Lacanau. It was
a good view. Hopefully, I'll get to see more of Portugal over the
next few days and not just the apartment. Though, after the ladies
have left, I would have the place to myself. I bet I could figure
out how the TV works.
Here's to hoping.
To Portugal We Go
There have been earlier mornings when going on vacation. But, the
plane didn't leave until 12:30 (or was supposed to). This meant that
we could leave home a little later. And once we dropped of the car
at Izipark, we could basically hop right into their minivan and off
we were. Honestly, I don't think I've ever dropped of bags and gone
through security as fast as we did today. There were basically no
lines. Then, of course, we had to wait about two hours before we
could get on the plane.
The plane was late coming out of Alger, meaning we got to wait a
little longer. And then the two hour flight to Faro, Algarve,
Portugal. It was my first time flying with Transavia but not
Jacky's. Honestly, aside from the fact that I had no idea where we
were because there were a lot of clouds and there is no Track My
Flight option in non-trans-Atlantic flights, there wasn't much to
say. We suspect we flew just on the Portuguese side of the border
with Spain. There was a really long river, and apparently a river
makes up the border. It is totally possible.
When arriving at Faro airport, I thought it would be about the size
of Nantes Airport, you know, a smallish regional airport. But the
place was pretty big. The first thing I noticed when stepping out of
the "slurf" (after a quick Google search, Jacky was able to tell me
it was a gangway) was the smell; PIZZA. Not the worst smell to have
upon arrival. After that, you follow the signs SAIDA which is like
Salida but just slightly different. The whole Portuguese language
seems to be like Spanish but slightly different; it's just weird.
Anyway, the airport seemed really empty. The arrivals hall was huge
though, which can't be said of the one in Nantes. Our bags came
relatively quickly, and getting the car didn't take long either.
We get to drive (Jacky gets to drive) a black Peugeot 108 that
almost still has the new car smell. Barely 6.000km on the meter. We
had a few difficulties with the Miep, who never works as she is
supposed when she is supposed but Jacky fixed that issue... somehow.
And then the long and rather boring drive from Faro airport to the
apartment in Porches Velho. It is a long road with the Miep telling
us every two or three kilometers that in eight hundred meters we
need to take the second exit (go straight) on the roundabout.
It was supposed to be the scenic route, but I'm pretty sure the
scenic route is supposed to be pretty and this wasn't really pretty.
The only thing I thought was kinda cool were the orange vendors on
the side of the road; 3 nets of oranges for 5euro at every single
one. We drove past a Lidl, which was open, and there was a "Hollandse
supermarkt" across the road, which wasn't open but that we might go
back to because what self-respecting Dutch person, not having access
to Dutch products, wouldn't?
We were driving through a ghost town on the way to the apartment and
then we got stuck behind the tourist train for about 800 meters and
then we made it to the apartment complex and we said adios to the
train. The building had the weirdest elevator. It's small but it
also has an outside door but no actual elevator door. When it goes
up or down, you see the other doors just passing by. But all the
codes worked without problem, and connecting to the wifi was easy.
We did a tour of the apartment, which is pretty nice. If I have
something like this once I'm done with school, I'll be pretty damn
ecstatic. The only thing in the kitchen is that there is no space to
put your things. One wall is completely tiled with big black tiles
and Jacky and I both tried to see if they were actually cabinets.
They are not. We unpacked and then went to do some grocery shopping
at the Intermarché next door.
Portugal is so damn cheap! It's not fair. Why do we have to live the
in the most expensive country of Europe. We got some chicken and
pork for barely anything. The pineapples are three times the size
but less than half the price of what they are in France. Okay, I'll
admit, the store was confusing and slightly disorganized. We also
got Chocomel; it doesn't exactly say "de enige echte" but it might
as well. It is delish, though I'm going to try to keep that as my
morning beverage. Also, Philadelphia cream cheese with salmon. Good,
though Jacky's salmon mousse is better.
And the Brits. Just one look at the people around you in the
supermarket and you can tell where they are from. And then they open
their mouth and you know for sure. At the checkout, the girl just
spoke in English to us before we even said anything. With a very
We had dinner outside, a New Yorker salad for dinner, with cheddar
cheese bits, fried onions, croutons and lardons... and a not so very
nice dressing but a generous serving of it. And Jacky cooked two
chicken breast so it was basically a complete meal. I had a look at
the TV afterward, to see if we could cast Dutch TV onto it but when
I couldn't figure it out after the initial five minutes, I gave up.
There are a few books in the apartment, and I found one within
twenty minutes of arriving that I claimed as my own. It's been in my
to-read-list since probably way back in 2012 or something. Jacky
just had a look and pulled out three she claimed and squirreled away
to her bedroom. We haven't even been here for 24 hours and we
already have new books, haha.
Onto to tomorrow. Hopefully the weather will be okay in the morning.
And we have to be back a little earlier in the afternoon because I
have a WhatsApp interview with a hotel in Brussels.