Portugal: Part Three

If you read my last post, then you will undoubtedly know that Uber in Lagos is incredibly unreliable. Before we continue into Spain, I will break down what occurred on that fateful morning on our way to the bus station to head to Faro, Portugal. A pit stop on our way to Malaga, Spain. It was one hell of a journey friends.

The Story

The day began with my best friend and I waking up early in the morning to catch our “8:30 am” bus to Faro. What started off as a regular day would soon become the most stressful morning of our entire vacation. As we stumbled out of our accommodations and opened up the Uber app we were greeted with a message neither of us wanted to see “no Ubers available in your area.” With still some time to spare we decided on walking from the bus station. Three mistakes were made that day:

  1. Relying on Uber and then choosing to walk to the bus station
  2. My outfit
  3. Not checking the time of the bus the night before

All these three things together resulting in dire consequences. As we walked towards the bus station about 30 minutes away, it was very evident I had made my second bad decision of the day with my outfit. I had decided to wear a black sweater in thirty degree heat, and the sun was merciless. As if this was not bad enough, ten minutes into walking towards the station, my right sandal broke. With my other shoes tucked deep inside my suitcase, I had a decision to make. Would I risk opening my suitcase in the middle of the street? Or would I attempt to walk the rest of the day with one sandal on. I chose the latter. As the time passed and the temperature rose, so did our tension. We were like a volcano ready to erupt and that we did. After yelling to my best friend to haul a cab which we saw in the distance, she loudly responded “NO”… or so I thought. And so, the smack down commenced. As I continued to erratically yell about my barefoot situation, she clarified she had never said no, but rather said “OK!” Whoops, my bad. As we finally hauled the cab and arrived at the bus station, we thought the worst was over…rookie mistake. As Ivgot the tickets out, I noticed that they were for an 8:00 am departure not an 8:30 am departure. It was now 8:05 am. At this point I was 100% done. I looked over to my best friend helpless as she proceeded to go to the ticket vendor to see if there was another bus available that day that headed to Faro. A few agonizing minutes later, we received the news which would salvage this terrible morning. There was one last bus available headed to Faro bus station at 8:30 am that day. We were saved. With the fantastic news that we would make it to Faro that day, I was finally given a moment to open up my suitcase and find shoes that I could actually walk in.

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After winding through the streets of Portugal, we finally made it to Faro. Unfortunately due to time constraints, Faro was merely a transit stop on our way to Spain. However, upon arrival it is evident that this small city should at least be given 24 hours. The city was charming in its main center with its small shops and cobbled streets. As we navigated through the streets, we finally were able to just sit back for a moment and relax. Have more than a few hours in Faro? Visit Old Town Faro, known for its beautiful architecture, cobbled streets, and Faro Cathedral. In addition, this small city is also the gateway to Ria Formosa Nature Park for all you nature enthusiasts out there. The park is considered one of the 7 wonders of Portugal complete with mazes of canals, marshes, and islands. Whatever you folks, always check your bus tickets and wear sensible clothes. This has been a public service announcement.

Author: Passports and Pyjamas

The adventures of a sleepy globetrotter.

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