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�� Oh the
joy of no schedule! We rolled over and went back to sleep then had a very
leisurely breakfast reading tourist information: There�s so much to see! There
was a steady stream of boats arriving in the marina when we�d surfaced so it
seemed sensible to take up the offer of moving to a more sheltered berth now
while there was still space. The fog was so thick we couldn�t see the end of
the marina but we crept round slowly to our allocated berth and got ourselves
settled again. Yes, this berth was much more sheltered but OMG was it noisy. We
are a stone�s throw away from the lighthouse and the fog horn blasted every
couple of seconds for most of the day. Can I just add that this is not one of
those nice deep gentle horns, but a high pitched shreaky sort of horn that
makes your ears ring. Si set up his laptop at the chart table with the wifi
antenna doodah for boosting the signal. This meant that to be able to get the
wifi I had to sit on deck which left my ears ringing for hours!
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afternoon the fog had lifted and YEEHAH the foghorn had a break for a while. We
wandered into town for a mosey. Cascais is all rather twee. Narrow cobbled
streets, a dinking town hall, a tiny church, a pretty little square, a
miniature sandy beach leading to a small sheltered anchorage and the biggest
lump of concrete paving ever leading up to the citadel walls! The whole town
was heaving with motorbikes with the Portuguese Grand Prix being held in
neighbouring Estroril, the numerous cafes and bars overflowing with thirsty
people bearing bike helmets. The tourist information centre was now closed for
the day so we knew nothing of events planned for tomorrows Republic Day
holiday.
� Our return
to the bustling town for dinner after hot showers was a disappointment after
our afternoon stroll. By this time rowdy Englishmen were staggering out of the
Irish bars and a couple who arrived on a table next to us were nothing short of
rude when told they didn�t serve Irish coffee. My choice of restaurant was as
usual bad. A last minute change of mind resulted in my plate of flabby ravioli
with a mystery stuffing coated in a gelatinous goo. Si had rubbery meat also in
goo, both served with grated carrot. Yum! Si�s choosing restaurants all the
time from now on.
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Brindabella the fog horn was back in operation. We inserted ear plugs and
attempted sleep.
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