We got up nice and early this morning to guarantee we get back into Zambujeira in time for our four pm bus to Lisbon.
After a freezing cold shower, we packed up the tent, said goodbye to everyone and headed over to the buses with Julian. Once again it was a scrum to get on the bus with everyone else, this time with everyone carrying backpacks and tents, but we managed to get on the second bus.
When we arrived in Zambujeira we got some breakfast from the supermarket and ate it in the shade across from the tourist information office. Julian left us a midday to catch his bus to Lagos and we remained in the park, chasing the shade, for lunch and a couple more hours before we headed over to the station to catch our bus to Lisbon.
The trip took three hours, and was non-eventful.
Getting from the bus station to the campsite was another story. An adventure in itself. We had to find a Metro station and catch two trains before the 500-meter walk to the ferry. The ferry took half an hour to Montijo. Then, we got on another bus that took us to the campsite. All in all, it was almost as long from Lisbon to the campsite as it was Zambujeira to Lisbon.
Anyway, we set up the tent at 9.45 pm, in the dark, and by this stage I was not feeling the greatest, as I seemed to have picked up another bug, or maybe food poisoning, probably at the festival. A few dashed to the restrooms were followed by a horrific night’s sleep in the world’s dodgiest and overpriced campground. The site is an old orchard, and it had been half cleared by the owners who have used it as a campsite since the recent World Expo.
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