I arrived in Vila do Bispo after having driven the better part of 5 days and, knowing I could not go any farther south, it was time to accept the cold and windy faith of European March-weather.
After restocking provisions at the local supermarket I headed towards the closest beach around, Praia da Cordoama.
I took my time navigating a narrow, meandering descent down the steep cliffs that border the coastline of the Algarve until I reached the end of the road, an almost empty parking lot and a closed bar da praia (‘beach bar’).
Hardly anyone around, save a few vans and the odd tourist couple who, upon arriving, immediately u-turned their way back. I can’t blame them. The gale force winds and powerful, choppy waves swiftly erased any notion of a pleasant, warm afternoon at the beach.
I didn’t care though. I saw ocean. I saw cliffs. And I felt a sense of solitude and a welcome rebalancing of the scales of urban vs nature.
And having been seated behind the wheel for so long these past few days, I paid little attention to the brewing storm and sprinted up the first cliff in sight, managing to take some photos along the way and surprisingly, not dropping my camera.