Who would have thought ? 2025 marks 20 years of blogging our pedestrian activities in the Algarve. Much evolution - some might say degeneration - AWW (1997), WAGS 1 (2015),WAGS 2 (2019). Sideshows: APAPS, Lagos COWS -and who knows? By next year we may morph into WADS ! The Hard Core is numerically challenged and a tad softer, but Ever Onwards !
WAGS 15.03.2023: Curious Cuisine or "Cerveja With Your Tuna, Sir?"
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With numbers in favour of the Lagos end, Antje volunteered to organise the walk from Meia Praia. Here is her report.
Rod
was in Spain, Hilke was nursing a crook knee and Maria getting ready
for a holiday was having her nails polished in Silves, so only 6
WAGS and an ever excited Sascha were at the starting line
at Bar Quim in Meia Praia at the slightly earlier time of 09.30 a.m.
The Starters were John,
Hazel, Myriam, Chris, Antje and Yves, whose arrival had been delayed
due to him having been subjected to GNR road checks just before
Odiaxere.
Hazel was worried that she had got her fingers the wrong way round
Closer examination showed that she had got it right
So
we left 20 minutes late which nobody objected to. Sipping a coffee
while enjoying the view of the sea was no hardship.
History does not record what he was before 1948
Chris
stayed with us until the golf course when he returned to the starting
point via the golf course and walkway.
Art, or Graffiti ?
We walked on
towards the yet again extended oyster farm and inspected the
crumbling causeway leading to the end of the beach.
Causeway 2023
Causeway, Sparrowfart 27.07.2011
when it was still possible to drive across it
As
only John had brought sticks, we decided not to cross the causeway but to retrace
our steps, to walk around the little laguna and to head thus
for the breakwater at the end of the beach. We
had not seen many birds but maybe one lonely plover at the laguna.
None of us was knowledgeable enough to give a definite answer to what
kind of bird it was.
What bird is that ?
A catamaran called Lady Rover
At the breakwater, the warm sun decided all but Myriam to take off their shoes and return along the beach barefooted. The beach was covered in shells though and
fun was had looking for special ones. Sascha enjoyed her first
swim.
Hazel´s colourful haul
We
returned to Bar Quim on time for our booked table. Chris rejoined us
and Paul also appeared.
Sunshade still down; this is his first lunch
In accordance with WAGS tradition, Yves
was served his lunch first but then, entirely contrary to any
tradition, had his entire caneca of beer poured over his plate when
the waiter tried to open the large window sunshade and knocked the
glass over in the course of his endeavours. Beer jus on tuna salad
proving not to be a culinary success, so Yves earned a second helping
of tuna and a second beer. The rest of us stuck to a more mundane
menu such as omelettes, chicken and chips.
Second lunch and second beer
During
lunch, Myriam entertained us with the tale of her encounter with a
missionary in Cafe Gomba in Lagos.
He carried a very large stick and
a very large Bible, spoke in English and Spanish (although he was an
Italian named Giovanni) and declared to all who would listen that he
was not a priest, just a missionary. Myriam earned merit (brownie
points ?) in the afterlife by buying him coffee and cakes. A photo of
him will no doubt be included in the blog.
Giovanni the Missionary
A
gentle walk in peaceful surroundings and pleasant weather
heralding the coming of summer and we didn´t even have to venture
onto the boardwalk.
Our thanks to Antje for a great walk. Googling Portuguese wading birds came up with this possibility:
that it was a whimbrel.
And our closing music, especially for Myriam, "Gabriel´s Oboe", the theme from The Mission by Ennio Morricone
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