A to Z of Balconies – Furadouro in Portugal

The next stage in our journey was to the beach resort of Furadouro and we took the train from Coimbra to Ovar.

On arrival needed to travel about three miles west to the seaside town and rather unsure and completely disorientated we broke our no taxi rule for a second time in four days and hitched a ride to our hotel, the Furadouro Spa.

The taxi dropped us off outside reception and we went inside to register where on account of a nippy wind coming in off the sea the staff were in thick jackets and expressed surprise that we were wearing our summer clothes when, in their opinion, it was so cold. We explained about being from England and living on the North Sea East Coast.

After we had approved our accommodation and settled in, good but not as good as the last three in Lisbon, Tomar and Coimbra we stepped outside to take a look at Furadouro. This didn’t take very long, but we found a restaurant that caught our eye for later on and a nice pavement bar to have a beer and then we made our way to the seafront.

There was a strong wind blowing, towering Atlantic breakers and red flags flapping furiously, rather unnecessary in my opinion because only a crazy person would go into a sea as mad as that. Only half crazy we went into the sea but only up to our ankles with an occasional waist high splash and we walked the beach for about two miles or so.

Later we found a back street fish restaurant overflowing with local people so on the basis that this is always a good sign we requested a table We were having a lot of bad luck with restaurant closures in Portugal that was for sure!
and had a first class meal for a very reasonable price and we agreed, as we always do, that we would come back tomorrow. On the way out we attempted to book a table but the waiter told us they were closed now for an end of summer vacation.

The plan for our three days at the seaside in Furadouro was to take a break from travelling and the trains, the drag-bags and the packing and unpacking and to spend some time relaxing on the beach.

Unfortunately our plan was scuppered by the weather because when we woke the next day there was a thick sea mist which would have challenged anything that the North Sea can throw at us back home.

Trying as best we could to be optimistic about the situation we hoped that it would be blown away by the time we had finished breakfast but it was still there like a damp shroud when we left the hotel and ventured onto the streets.
The wind was raging and wild, someone told me later that it was something to do with Hurricane Irma on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean and that may have been true, but then again maybe not.

As we walked along the seafront Kim continually complained about how cold it was and although I disagreed with her I have to retrospectively confess that secretly I was rather cold myself. Naturally I just shivered in silence but didn’t share this information.

There was a scything wind ripping in off the sea like the grim reaper, a dangerously high surf and a churning ocean like horses of the Camargue making a charge out of the rolling, twisting waves that relentlessly barreled and pounded the gritty shoreline.

By mid morning it was getting even worse so we finally admitted defeat, took our swimming costumes and towels back to the hotel and tried to think of some alternative entertainment for the day.

The wind continued to buffet the seafront promenade as we walked back to the hotel, it carried on howling throughout the night and it was still blowing a gale in the morning when we left the hotel after breakfast.

 

22 responses to “A to Z of Balconies – Furadouro in Portugal

  1. Eeh, it sounds like a day out at Filey!

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  2. Love that second balcony

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  3. I like the thought of doing Portugal by train. In fact I like the thought of doing anywhere by train.

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    • A train journey would be good. This was a good trip, we flew to Lisbon and then took the train through Portugal and flew home from Porto, We have taken train journeys in Italy but that is because I refuse to drive there.

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      • I always love train journeys in different countries – being from Derby, my entire family worked for the railways so it’s in my DNA. Driving in Italy is much easier than it looks Andrew, I haven’t encountered any scary moments whilst driving there.

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      • I am never risking it again. I hired a car in Puglia one year and by the end of the rental agreement was a nervous wreck.

        Have you ever been to the National Railway Museum in York?

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      • Remarkably, no, I haven’t. It’s another thing on the “to do list”. Been to both the city itself and to a race meeting but never to the Railway Museum. It may be that there’s a psychological barrier – my Dad was absolutely incensed that they chose York over Derby!!!

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      • It is worth a visit and it’s free admission. The Mallard is my favourite exhibit.

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  4. Excellent crashing waves painting. When looking for a new café in London I would always look for taxis outside.

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  5. Can only get better? 🙂 🙂 Love your descriptions of the weather, Andrew. Never heard of this place. Perhaps I won’t rush up there when lockdown eases.

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  6. I don’t think I’d step onto that second balcony! I like the colour behind the first one, our hall was painted a similar shade at a time when strong colours were fashionable. Mexican Spice I think, not sure I could live with it now.

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  7. Cold, just plain cold Andrew! It was humorous how you refused to admit it to Kim, however. What a man! 🙂 –Curt

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