Friday,March 24,2023

We left Evora shortly after 9 AM in the morning. I had booked our apartment for the night through booking.com and it was quite nice, mostly furnished with IKEA items. We drove out through the narrow streets and got on to the larger roads easily leaving the city. However, if you were coming into the town you would be blocked by some kind of farmers protest (hundreds and hundreds of tractors) apparently over 15,000 farmers, many of them with tractors came in to protest against some kind of European Union policy. I don’t understand what it was all about but I’m just glad we weren’t coming into the city at that time. 
Carol and Charlie wanted to see the port city of Sines, which is on the back on the west coast of Portugal, so the plan was on the way to stop at an area of Passage Graves just to see what they were like. These are neolithic stone structures, similar to what I had seen in Ireland and Scotland. To access them, you travel via farm roads that are more suited to a four-wheel-drive or a tractor than they are to a Volkswagen polo. Slow driving over the washed out road was OK; it was not comfortable if you were sitting in the back which I wasn’t, I was driving. 
Back on the highway we headed over towards Sines and arrived there mid-afternoon. We parked the car after we located a craft brewery. I’m sure you all know the patterns of our days; refreshments are always on our mind.
Then we headed south towards Zambujeira Del Mar, stopping at Porta Covo and Almograve on the way.
We arrived back home to a place with open doors and the landlord, Luís working on stuff around the house. This is not the way a renter should be treated. There was no indication at all in any email that they were going to come in, and open our doors etc; I’m finding this quite an invasion of privacy. I’m not alone and that Carol and Charlie who also run an Airbnb establishment, as superhosts, know that this is not appropriate. Our neighbours from Porto had left early Friday morning. I know that place had to be cleaned, however, that doesn’t mean that Luís should have been opening our doors and going in and opening all our windows; he may think it’s polite but it’s an intrusion when our personal stuff is in there. 

We tried to relax when we got home however, the landlord was being very noisy with his weed whacker and whatever else he was doing. Finally, we decided we go out into town and eat dinner at my favourite Indian restaurant.

We went over and watch the sunset after, and returned home to a peaceful setting, minus the landlord’s racket. 
Until tomorrow folks. 

Passage grave near Evora