2nd March
We thought the market at Fuseta would be easy for us as there is an enormous parking area near the beach where all the motorhomes park. Wrong! This is where they have the market, so all motorhomes have to move off somewhere else and the town was packed to bursting. It is blue skies, but a cold wind, and if we are to leave the pups in the van, I will need to find some shade. But can't so they must come too. I don't think the dogs like markets. They are almost trampled on by the crowds milling around the stands and of course Kicker likes to cock his leg on anything vertical. So, is continually being told No and pulled away.
We ended up taking it in turns. JC took the dogs onto the beach for a run and I met him at the café there a while later when it was his turn to mooch. He arrived back at the van later with a new pair of leather boots which he claims are waterproof! Good.
There is a very attractive restaurant close to the river that runs up the side of the town. It is basically using a tiny open area alongside the public toilets which happens to be opposite the restaurant. They have put plastic chairs and tables up, with large umbrellas and a big screen in front of the toilets. A 10ft barbeque cooks all the food and a large fridge shows the customer what is on offer. It is incredibly popular and I have always said to JC that I would like to eat there. But it doesn't look like it sells anything other than fish.
JC returns with his new boots saying that the fish restaurant is doing very well and should we try and get a table. We are leaving on Saturday in 2 days time and this is our last chance. We have to take the dogs though so on arrival see a table for 2 which is free, but just as we are about to sit down a lady with apron explains she has people waiting. On the other side of the road outside the main restaurant door there are 5 people. We join the queue even though one of the English women wants to tell me off for taking the table. Deep breaths!
After about 5 minutes we are ushered to a table for 2 in the sun. Which is fine. the wind is cool enough and actually it is lovely to sit in the sun. A waiter brings olives, bread and a tomato and onion salad within about a minute of sitting down. It then takes about another 15 minutes to trip someone up to take our drinks order and another half an hour before persuading someone to write down what fish we want. I am taken to the now very empty fridge and order a sole for me and (more ) prawns for JC, with chips. Another half hour and the food arrives. I have to admit it is the best sole I have had. Large, meaty, and brilliantly cooked. JC moaned about his prawns and I peeled them all for him quickly but had to wait ages to get any knapkins from a waiter. The place was absolutely heaving. At one point a sax player started up on the pavement adding to the atmosphere.
So despite the view of the ladies loo from my chair, the long wait, the endless asking for knapkins, and the very restless dogs under the table trying to get shade, it was a great lunch for E37.
My hair was last cut at the beginning of December so now looking like a wild woman and in desperate need of finding a hairdresser. Rachael the housekeeper was no help. She said she never has her hair cut! But there may be a hairdresser above the petfood shop at Fuseta. Asked around at the café there and was told she had moved into the town but gave me her number. I called and she explained that she couldn't speak English. We managed to communicate and she couldn't fit me in till next week.
This afternoon I am going into Olhao to pick up the Hepatic food for Gibby Gybo, the food that is more expensive than Lobster! but she is my best girl so what will be ........
Found the vets and all sorted and I had looked online for hairdressers in Olhao and there was one on the main street, so parked at the Algarve outlet which I knew and wandered along there. Hairlines is very cool. The hairdressers are very young and good looking and casually dressed. The main man is wearing a woolly hat and may not have any hair. Anyway, their Clients all looked young and smart so hopefully ok. The only person not involved with a client was a young girl sweeping the floor. She came to the reception desk and said she spoke a little English. Great. Could someone cut my hair today. She smiled. Yes, Me.
Ah, Ok are you a Senior Stylist.? She nodded. So, I asked if I could use the loo, and when I came out she explained she had to dry someone's hair and then could cut mine. About 20 minutes she said.
Ok, fine, but what is a senior stylist doing drying another stylists' clients hair.
All was revealed later when she had been working on the back of my head for some time and called over the guy in the wooley hat. He gave her some tips and gave me the thumbs up. Groan.... I have got the trainee. Anyway after about an hour and a half, and a few visits from Wooley Hat man we were pretty much done. The bits over my ears were sticking out but otherwise it was ok. I explained this to Wooley and he nodded and rather than take the scissors and sort it, he held the hair that he thought should be trimmed and made her do it. Actually it was a good experience in the end. And a good cut.
We thought the market at Fuseta would be easy for us as there is an enormous parking area near the beach where all the motorhomes park. Wrong! This is where they have the market, so all motorhomes have to move off somewhere else and the town was packed to bursting. It is blue skies, but a cold wind, and if we are to leave the pups in the van, I will need to find some shade. But can't so they must come too. I don't think the dogs like markets. They are almost trampled on by the crowds milling around the stands and of course Kicker likes to cock his leg on anything vertical. So, is continually being told No and pulled away.
We ended up taking it in turns. JC took the dogs onto the beach for a run and I met him at the café there a while later when it was his turn to mooch. He arrived back at the van later with a new pair of leather boots which he claims are waterproof! Good.
There is a very attractive restaurant close to the river that runs up the side of the town. It is basically using a tiny open area alongside the public toilets which happens to be opposite the restaurant. They have put plastic chairs and tables up, with large umbrellas and a big screen in front of the toilets. A 10ft barbeque cooks all the food and a large fridge shows the customer what is on offer. It is incredibly popular and I have always said to JC that I would like to eat there. But it doesn't look like it sells anything other than fish.
JC returns with his new boots saying that the fish restaurant is doing very well and should we try and get a table. We are leaving on Saturday in 2 days time and this is our last chance. We have to take the dogs though so on arrival see a table for 2 which is free, but just as we are about to sit down a lady with apron explains she has people waiting. On the other side of the road outside the main restaurant door there are 5 people. We join the queue even though one of the English women wants to tell me off for taking the table. Deep breaths!
After about 5 minutes we are ushered to a table for 2 in the sun. Which is fine. the wind is cool enough and actually it is lovely to sit in the sun. A waiter brings olives, bread and a tomato and onion salad within about a minute of sitting down. It then takes about another 15 minutes to trip someone up to take our drinks order and another half an hour before persuading someone to write down what fish we want. I am taken to the now very empty fridge and order a sole for me and (more ) prawns for JC, with chips. Another half hour and the food arrives. I have to admit it is the best sole I have had. Large, meaty, and brilliantly cooked. JC moaned about his prawns and I peeled them all for him quickly but had to wait ages to get any knapkins from a waiter. The place was absolutely heaving. At one point a sax player started up on the pavement adding to the atmosphere.
So despite the view of the ladies loo from my chair, the long wait, the endless asking for knapkins, and the very restless dogs under the table trying to get shade, it was a great lunch for E37.
My hair was last cut at the beginning of December so now looking like a wild woman and in desperate need of finding a hairdresser. Rachael the housekeeper was no help. She said she never has her hair cut! But there may be a hairdresser above the petfood shop at Fuseta. Asked around at the café there and was told she had moved into the town but gave me her number. I called and she explained that she couldn't speak English. We managed to communicate and she couldn't fit me in till next week.
This afternoon I am going into Olhao to pick up the Hepatic food for Gibby Gybo, the food that is more expensive than Lobster! but she is my best girl so what will be ........
Found the vets and all sorted and I had looked online for hairdressers in Olhao and there was one on the main street, so parked at the Algarve outlet which I knew and wandered along there. Hairlines is very cool. The hairdressers are very young and good looking and casually dressed. The main man is wearing a woolly hat and may not have any hair. Anyway, their Clients all looked young and smart so hopefully ok. The only person not involved with a client was a young girl sweeping the floor. She came to the reception desk and said she spoke a little English. Great. Could someone cut my hair today. She smiled. Yes, Me.
Ah, Ok are you a Senior Stylist.? She nodded. So, I asked if I could use the loo, and when I came out she explained she had to dry someone's hair and then could cut mine. About 20 minutes she said.
Ok, fine, but what is a senior stylist doing drying another stylists' clients hair.
All was revealed later when she had been working on the back of my head for some time and called over the guy in the wooley hat. He gave her some tips and gave me the thumbs up. Groan.... I have got the trainee. Anyway after about an hour and a half, and a few visits from Wooley Hat man we were pretty much done. The bits over my ears were sticking out but otherwise it was ok. I explained this to Wooley and he nodded and rather than take the scissors and sort it, he held the hair that he thought should be trimmed and made her do it. Actually it was a good experience in the end. And a good cut.
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