Today’s itinerary was to drive up from Pardilho and take a leisurely tour down the Sao Jacinto peninsula (not sure if this is its correct name), calling at the towns on the way, with a loose plan to spend the night at the motorhome aire at Sao Jacinto.
As it turned out, that was what we did – but as often happens when travelling, the journey turned out to be more interesting than the final destination.
Having left Pardilho, we got back onto the N109 and headed north towards Ovar, before turning south west onto the N327. This is the sole main road down the peninsula we were planning to explore – with each town either on the N327 or connected to it by a minor road.
First call was Furadouro. It was (very) quiet but the town centre and beach seemed pleasant enough:
Presumably it is very busy in season – with Portuguese visitors, I’d guess. We had coffee and cake before moving on:
Next up was Torreira. Plenty of new flats, a newly face-lifted sea front and a pleasant town centre:
But driving back out of town after lunch, something different altogether:
I’ve seen poverty before – I grew up in Asia – but it was a shock to see this in Western Europe in 2009. These were real slums – makeshift shacks, held together somehow and probably tapping off mains electricity in highly dubious and dangerous ways. What was so incongruous, too, was that there was no separation from the rest of the town – they were simply there, on a large unused plot right alongside the main road into and out of the town.
Our final stop was Sao Jacinto, at the far end of the peninsula. This was a funny place – residential, yet quiet and run-down in places. The beaches, however, were pretty good – and no doubt the area’s main attraction, as was the case all along the peninsula.
We ended up staying the night in the corner of the beachside car park – the motorhome service point itself was fine for servicing requirements but not a very inviting place at which to spend the night:
Distance driven: 34 miles