Woke early (before the sun actually, but had to wait for my sleepy cohort to join the Eyes Wide Open party) and took a beautiful early morning stroll over the sand dunes for our first glimpse of the Peniche coastline! Huge, dumpy rollers were beating the sand on their way to shore and held us mesmerised.
Back for breakfast in our surf shack before a walk to another beach we'd been told would hold the size better and offer the best wave conditions.
My damn sickess kept me on the shore and I tried to enjoy the November sun and my book as I watched the hoards of learn to surfers battle the powerful whitewash and Millie attempt to escape them.
A much deserved lunch (not for me) followed by a walk to another surf shack where we hired bikes and biked the entire Peniche coastline. We scaled rocks, went off roading and stood in awe at the biggest, scariest waves I have ever witnessed. At high tide, there was not a silly soul in the soup.
Exhausted and only half way round the island, our (read: my) pace slowed and the (now very) scenic trip took place. Beautiful, windy and poor could sum up our views.
We made it back to the centro to taste a famed 'chocolate salami' which is kind of like a cold, wet fudge with biscuits broken throughout it that can only be authentically tasted in this region.
After a tiring ride I was prepped and (having left my brand new Swiss army knife at home!) we tucked into it on the beach with our DIY knives, aka our sunglasses. Alas, the 'no tasting' segment of sickness makes an appearance and I give up on eating my body weight of calories of deliciousness, losing myself in the ocean instead and promising myself a slice the moment my tastebuds reappear.
Final stretch home through the sand dune desert and we collapse in the late afternoon sun, regaling our day's escapades with our housemates near death surfing experiences and underwater washing machine fun.
Early morning surf again tomorrow (my presence: debatable) before the bus back to Lisbon and relevant civilisation. (Have not seen a 'group' of people since we left and haven't lived in a house so quiet since the Ice Age.) Surf spots on the Lisbon coast of Estoril and Cascais our next eyed up fancy. And maybe a little more Lisboa exploring.
Hoping I don't keep my roomies up quite so much as I did last night.*
*with my runny nose and murderous throat, of course.
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