[et_pb_section fb_built=“1″ _builder_version=“3.22″][et_pb_row _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_column type=“4_4″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_text _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“]<\/p>\n
All Saints' Day is also celebrated in Portugal today. - As an old Protestant, I first let Torgit, a Catholic, explain to me what All Saints' Day is all about. - All the saints are commemorated, especially the martyrs? - That fits, because today I also feel a bit like a martyr.<\/p>\n
The whole night was a martyrdom, but in the end we didn't die. - Looking back, that night was just the crowning glory of a not-so-full day. Even in paradise, there are days like this and days like that. Yesterday kind of sucked. - It was foggy, it was drizzly, somehow a really dull autumn day. Of course, a little autumn depression was missing.<\/p>\n
To spice up the general conditions, we had chosen a place with lots of stars. This means the rating, but somehow everything was not as it should be. The sanitary facilities were mediocre, there was only cold water at the sinks and I hate washing up with cold water. Somehow, lumpy sand stuck to everything, including us. Sand on your feet, sand in the car, that's not my thing at all.<\/p>\n
And then there was the need for sleep from the day before. But we hadn't reckoned with a group of around 50 Portuguese teenagers. They were partying in a nearby bungalow. And when I say party, I really mean party. Maybe some of you remember the video for the song of the same name from the nineties? - The girls and boys almost tore down the campsite. They kept going until dawn. Inevitably, so did we.<\/p>\n
Our start to the day began accordingly. But we had resolved not to let it spoil our mood. So we made our way to Camping Villa Park Zambujeira, about half an hour further south.<\/p>\n
[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row column_structure=“1_3,1_3,1_3″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_column type=“1_3″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_image src=“https:\/\/www.planbwagen.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/1-23.jpg“ title_text=“1″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][\/et_pb_image][\/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=“1_3″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_image src=“https:\/\/www.planbwagen.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/2-19.jpg“ title_text=“2″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][\/et_pb_image][\/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=“1_3″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_image src=“https:\/\/www.planbwagen.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/3-15.jpg“ title_text=“3″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][\/et_pb_image][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_column type=“4_4″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_text _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“]<\/p>\n
On the way, we drove past beautiful fields of flowers for a while. We stopped at a field of Protea cynaroides. This beautiful flower is called the queen for a reason. As it was the favorite flower of our deceased friend Aga, it makes us a little sad. But on this day, we want to remember the dead. I can't help it, suddenly we have a small bouquet in and later on the van.<\/p>\n
[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row column_structure=“1_2,1_2″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_column type=“1_2″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_image src=“https:\/\/www.planbwagen.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/4-13.jpg“ title_text=“4″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][\/et_pb_image][\/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=“1_2″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_image src=“https:\/\/www.planbwagen.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/5-12.jpg“ title_text=“5″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][\/et_pb_image][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_column type=“4_4″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_text _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“]<\/p>\n
Gegen Mittag machen wir einen kleinen Zwischenstopp am Passadi\u00e7os do Cabo Sard\u00e3o. Der Leuchtturm steht auf einem spektakul\u00e4ren Cliff. Man hat das Gef\u00fchl, dass die einzelnen Gesteinsschichten buchst\u00e4blich ins Meer gefallen sind. – Zeit mal wieder die Drohne aus zu packen. Zu einem Video, an einem Leuchtturm, geh\u00f6rt nat\u00fcrlich auch der Leuchtturm. Mir war gar nicht bewusst, dass ich diesen nicht filmen darf. Pl\u00f6tzlich steht ein „netter“ uniformierte Herr an meiner Seite und droht massiv mit Bu\u00dfgeldern. Ich setze meinen ganzen Charme ein und kann ihn bes\u00e4nftigen. Doch erst einmal Schluss mit aufnehmen. Hector hat die kleine Pause genutzt und sich mit einer Bullidame angefreundet, diesmal ist es ein T2 Camper Helsinki aus dem Jahre 1978. Hector steht halt auf reifere Damen.<\/p>\n
[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row column_structure=“1_4,1_4,1_4,1_4″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_column type=“1_4″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_image src=“https:\/\/www.planbwagen.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/6-9.jpg“ title_text=“6″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][\/et_pb_image][\/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=“1_4″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_image src=“https:\/\/www.planbwagen.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/7-8.jpg“ title_text=“7″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][\/et_pb_image][\/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=“1_4″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_image src=“https:\/\/www.planbwagen.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/8-8.jpg“ title_text=“8″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][\/et_pb_image][\/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=“1_4″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_image src=“https:\/\/www.planbwagen.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/9-6.jpg“ title_text=“9″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][\/et_pb_image][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_column type=“4_4″ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_text _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“]<\/p>\n
When we arrive at our pitch a short time later, we are very happy - because not only does this seem to be a cozy place for Hector, but also one with hot water. Towards evening we start cooking. Today it's soup. But first we have dates wrapped in bacon as a starter. This is one of the few dishes that even Torgit, as a vegetarian, regularly goes weak at the knees for. We enjoy the peace and quiet of the campsite. Apart from a few crickets, nothing can be heard. The night promises to be restful. Tonight I start my<\/p>\n
third Brittany thriller. Happy.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Insight of the day: rest, a valuable commodity.<\/p>\n
[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“][et_pb_column _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“ type=“4_4″][et_pb_image src=“https:\/\/www.planbwagen.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/Farol-do-Cabo-Sarda\u0303o-1024×576.jpeg“ _builder_version=“4.5.1″ _module_preset=“default“ alt=“Farol do Cabo Sardaao“ title_text=“Farol do Cabo Sarda\u0303o“ url=“
<\/a><\/div>