Burning in Figueira da Foz

13 Jul
Sea, sand, sun and s... nothing

Sea, sand, sun and s... nothing

Many people go to Portugal for the sun and SEA, so I wouldn’t mind a bit of sea, sand, sun and s… (forget about that last S, nothing of that around here)  The only ‘challenge’ was that I was based in the Portuguese countryside. We could of course take the car down to the sea, but that would be too easy. We decided to put the Portuguese public transport system to the test (most of it is paid by my tax-money anyway – EU subsidies). Easier said than done.


Finding out the train times was the first challenge. My first reaction would be google, but without internet google is useless. Next would be phoning the railway company or the station, but their service is crappy – the mobile phone connection is crappy – my Portuguese is crappy – and my niece is too shy to ring.

Oof - we finally made it to Figueira da Foz

Oof - we finally made it to Figueira da Foz

So we used the trial and error approach. I vaguely remembered that we missed the morning train last year (there are only a few connections per day), so we just aimed to get to the station one hour earlier – and yes we were on time to buy an overprized ticket from the grumpy unattentive attendant (this seems to be a job requirement for all public services?)

Cute Figuiera da Foz casino

Cute Figuiera da Foz casino

Getting to the train station was ‘easy’ – by car or not (buses? You must be joking!). Luckily not many people take the train in Santa Comba Dao, so there was plenty of parking space, just in front of the station. After a change of train in Coimbra we arrived in Figueira da Foz (map here).

The sun was there, the sand and sea too, as well as the wind, which definitely made us feel the sand and sea on our body, the hard way. And even though we didn’t stay all that long (we had to get one of the very few trains back to Santa Comba Dao) we got quite red, in a nice pattern created by the skin we forgot to cream.

Some are more shy than others, or more feminine?

Some are more shy than others, or more feminine?

The Portuguese guys seem to be very shy at the beach. Their bathing trunks were made of about 25 times more textile than my freshly imported Thai swimming briefs. The girls on the contrary, were wearing the stringy type of bikinis for maximum baking.

  • So where does that leave me, not wearing knee length bathing shorts, nor being a girl?
  • Call me a proud foreigner ;-)

More pictures of Portugal Hopping here

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