The Algarve – A Tense Walk to Albufeira


“By the end…it was clear that … spiritual and cultural isolation was at an end, overwhelmed by the great alien invasion from the North of money and freedoms… and slowly, as the foreigners poured in, its identity was submerged, its life-style altered more in a single decade than in the previous century.”  – Norman Lewis – ‘Voices of the Old Sea’.

I understand that breakfast service at the Tui Blue Faleseia was once used as an initiation test for new recruits to the SAS but it was discontinued because it was considered too tough even for this.

The food, it has to be said was very good indeed but the restaurant ambience was rather like Dante’s inferno!. Wooden chairs being scraped across tiled floors, cutlery being dropped on the floor with a clatter, great training for the ‘World Pushing In Championships’ and the constant attention of the cleaning up crews who, if you weren’t careful would whip your plate away from under your nose even before you had finished.

It was in the dining room that I first noticed the tattoos, because the amount of body art on display here was absolutely incredible.  Personally I cannot understand why anyone, unless they are a Maori, would want to disfigure themselves in this way but here at Tui Blue it seemed as though they were almost in the majority.  Here there were bodies decorated with lions, wolves and dragons, goblins, fairies and skulls, a comprehensive A to Z of boy’s and girl’s names and more Indian braves than General George Armstrong Custer  had to fight at the Battle of the Little Big Horn!  Why do people disfigure themselves in this way I wonder.

So we started off to Albufeira but as it turned out it wasn’t an especially good walk and less than half way there Kim began to complain.  Too hot, too hilly,  too touristy with which I had to agree but keep it to myself.

We walked through the resort town of Santa Eulalia which I remembered from thirty years ago as a quiet place with a couple of modern hotels.  Not so anymore, it is a noisy place with a couple of d0zen modern hotels and a nasty strip of English bars, ticket offices touting tours and car rental places.  Quite horrible.

But, if that was bad we (I) managed to take a wrong turn and we found ourselves in little Liverpool, a place for lads and tarts, tattooed from neck to knee, nursing hangovers and already drinking mid morning.  Praia do Oura or more correctly Praia de Horror was a dreadful place and this diversion didn’t improve Kim’s mood a great deal so I was glad to reverse the mistake, get out and carry on.

Thirty minutes later we arrived In Albufeira.

Up until the 1960s Albufeira used to be a small fishing village but is now one of the busiest tourist towns on the Algarve and has grown into a popular holiday resort for tourists from Northern Europe and even though this was early May it was surprisingly warm and there were a lot of people about this morning.

This was Albufeira when I first visited in 1985., the year the town acquired city status.  It is called Praia dos Pescadores. More fishing boats than sunbeds in those days.


I have to say I found Albufeira both interesting and disappointing in equal measure.  It has clearly long abandoned its fishing heritage and the economy is now driven by tourism.  The Old Town is street after street of bars and cheap beach shops, travel agents selling tourist excursions and waiters waiting to ambush at every street corner.  We were looking for a tradional Portuguese restaurant that we had enjoyed three years earlier but when we found it it was closed and had clearly been so for some time.

Looking carefully beyond the shop facades and up above it was still possible to catch a glimpse of old Abufeira but sadly you will have to be quick because it is only a matter of short time before it is certain to go.


I am getting to sound like Norman Lewis now.  I suspect the place once had an easy sort of charm, fishermen’s cottages on the beach and whitewashed house with blue doors and elegant balconies in the old town but much of this is now hidden behind fast-food places and Chinese and Indian restaurants.

People have probably always complained about development and progress, it is quite likely the Saxons looked back at London with fond memories and complained about the Normans building new castles and Cathedrals.

After the discovery that the Portuguese restaurant that we had walked six miles to see was no longer there we stopped just long enough for a pavement beer and then took a taxi back to Olhos de Agua.where spent the remainder of the day on the balcony of our room.




30 responses to “The Algarve – A Tense Walk to Albufeira

  1. Truthfully, I’m quite intrigued by your knowledge about the ambiance of Dante’s Inferno.

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  2. Sounds like a walk through a package tour horror show, Andrew. Reminds me of walking through Los Cristianos on Tenerife to get the ferry to La Gomera. A living Tattoo Museum. Vile.

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  3. I use your thoughts to compile a list of places to avoid at all costs – as well as ones to add to the visiting list. No prizes for guessing which list this is on.

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  4. It’s years since I’ve been to Albufeira proper, Andrew, and it was a quiet time of year. I was in no hurry to go back, though I’m sure it’s no worse than Benidorm and many people go there year after year. I returned briefly this Spring to meet a walking group and was less than impressed with the walk around the outskirts that we did. I managed to fall over a bollard, and ruined the day and my leg. I doubt I’ll go back.

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  5. I blame David Beckham for the resurgence of tattoos


  6. The last photograph is very good. There are some of the buildings which are in both halves, and they show marvellously well how a great tide of bricks and concrete is flooding towards the sea.

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  7. Ahh the need, economical poorer areas needs tourism only way out and govt who don’t care about anything else. The same in the south of Portugal to Spain. The locals are resigned to them, they are needed for survival. Life goes on…

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  8. I had a similar experience on a walk to Albuferia. Got there and immediately turned back! I had a similar reaction with Playa del Ingles on Gran Canaria!! I just have an allergic reaction to English ghettos abroad but then who am I to judge?!

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  9. So Andrew, who is to blame: the people who were living a touch life with little future in an idyllic seaside fishing village who sold out to investors,
    or the thousands of northern Europeans with a lot of money who pulled down the old places and built high rise apartments for the tourists who come in their droves?

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  10. These places are sad, which is why I will never go near Benidorm.


  11. I share your disdain for tattoos


  12. It’s been 15 years since Peggy and I were there, Andrew. Even then, tourism was the main source of income. We did have pleasant time there, however. I though that the coast line was quite attractive. We hit the area in November when most of the tourists were elsewhere. –Curt

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  13. Getting bad vibes! Somewhere to avoid.

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  14. Well not progress at all then?! Here on Hayling there is a lovely natural beach but planners want to make it more attractive (?) for visitors. Hope they dont succeed.


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