After a tantalising glimpse of the beach in Torreguardiaro, I had a hankering for some quality beach time and Lagos (on the south coast of Portugal) was the next stop on the route - a whitewashed Algarve fishing village and tourist town, smack dab in the middle of some of the finest coastline I've ever seen. White sand and the deep blue of the Atlantic Ocean ... what more could a boy ask for? Well, the water was a tad freezing and the wind a bit blowy but that's by-the-by: a few of us took refuge in our own little cove of the Praia de Pinhão and spent most days there, UV-ing ourselves to make friends and loved-ones sufficiently jealous on our respective returns. The nights were a lot of fun as well - cheap food and a hell of a lot of cheap alcohol made for some interesting outings (tacky nightclubs and daggy dancing optional). One small note to travellers: do not order a "large" Long Island Iced Tea in Lagos' Red Eye Bar ... you will get a pint's worth of cocktail, the majority of which is straight hooch. Brain death may ensue.
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