A strong Levante wind is blasting across the coast in the morning. I head into Conil and do some things. I check the surf reports, for Spain and Portugal. Portugal has no Levante, and a better outlook for the surf. I decide to hit the road and head back to Portugal. I say goodbye to Simon, who has been a great friend over the last six weeks. I am sorry I cannot say goodbye to Heather, but I really want to leave today. I ask Simon to say goodbye for me.
I hit the road, heading for Tavira, where I hope to get before dark. The driving goes well, with only a little congestion at Seville. I make good time and decide to keep on driving to Lagos. It is dark when I arrive, and I have to put my clocks back an hour due to the border crossing, which upsets my timekeeping a little. I drive down to Meia Praia, but find no camper vans but signs indicating that camping is no longer permitted. I head back out of town to a car park I know. The car park is as I remember, and I park next to some big trucks.
It has been a long day. I have already noticed the big difference between Spain and Portugal, and I have only been back here a few hours. To be honest, I think I prefer Portugal. It is more relaxed here, and more beautiful.