We got up slowly this morning. Making the most of the comfortable apartment to combat my hangover.
When we checked out, we walked around before stopping at a café for a greasy lunch.
We wanted to go to the beach, but after realizing we were walking on the wrong side of the river, we gave up, turned around and went to a park for a lay down in the shade.
After our strenuous day of doing nothing, we walked back to the bus station to catch the four pm bus to Zambujeira. The bus wound its way up the west coast for 2.5 hours, before dropping us off near the town’s beach. On the bus we met three others from Eurobus, Kirsty and Simon from Sydney, and Andrea from Victoria, who were also going to the festival. They had friends on the bus behind us, Rohan from Melbourne and Katrina and Jeff from Sydney, so we decided to try and stay together at the campsite – Australian safety in numbers.
We did some grocery shopping (and missed a taxi) before hitching a ride with a couple of locals out to the festival sight, ten kilometers out of town. Kirsty, Simon, Roberta and I piled our stuff into the back of their covered ute – with all their fishing gear and catches of the day – and got a ride out. The other 4 were going to stay in Zambujeira tonight, and hopefully meet us tomorrow. Our drivers were going to be actually working the festival, behind the bar. Thankfully it was this and not serial killers.
Our Ride, Me, Roberta, Simon & Kirsty, Festival Sudoeste, Zambujeira do Mar, Portugal
The venue looks like a cleared farm, and beside it is a forest area for camping. We found a good spot and set up our tents only about 100 meters from the entrance. Apparently, there are 30,000 people expected at the festival, so I’m not sure of the chances of us finding the others tomorrow will be. We found the showers nearby and freshened up (with cold water only) after a long hot day before making our meal by the tent. We stayed up until one am before crawling into bed absolutely exhausted.
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