iggie old beannie, all hail.
Let's see on Faro.
Generic criticism on my part really.
Stayed at The Sheraton, Algarve. Three beautiful pools and every one of them full of piddling nosepickers. But then, it's a timeshare palace.
The Portugese were beautiful (not my first time there but certainly for thirty five years.
The resorts around were full of topless, male, beer swilling Poms of the worst sort. I do not hail from the Fatal Shore, (that's OZ to the uninitiated) but really, the English do take the biscuit when it comes to the crass behaviour with which we so often associate the rather lesser species of vermin. They should have a salutiferous lesson in keeping said weevil invested hardtack somewhere else from time to time.
Had lunch at Quinto de Largo. (Relais Chateaux). The pool was crowded with the big bare breasted vulgarians so often found between the toes of men with far too much money, whose business antics are, to say the least, darker than shady.
The place is driven by golf which really is an environmental rapist's pleasure dome. The Gestapo was pedantic to a degree which spilled into a Danteesque parody of corruption. The prices were really quite high, even by Londinium standards and we found nothing to commend that area other than to regard it all as a perverse example of that to which Marbella might aspire had not it become too degenerate to attain.
I drive like a demented kaffir . That terminology, for the less well informed or educated, depending upon your predisposition towards idiotically contrived bias, means an unbeliever. No more and no less! (Mercedes SL 500 and that's got the smallest engine of my fleet) but the locals exceeded my wildest expectations in their ability to debase the art of roadcraft.
Traffic signallation made the achievement of navigating a King Air 100/200 across the African bush a real pleasure.
I understand that Lisboa and Caiscais are places to visit; I intend to do so.
I reiterate that I found the Portugese, Britains oldest European war all (?) to be absolutely charming. None of them would ever let me speak my excellent Spanish, preferring, instead, to communicate by means of their more than adequate English, which would, I fancy, have put to shame most English English A level A* passes.
It's the tourists! Damnit!!!
I hope and trust that this brief explanation goes some way to satisfactorily answering your question?
