On I go with my next Blog. A Quantum leap from my last Blog perhaps? Well not a lot has changed but there again everything has changed as it always does. That is the one certainty in life, the one thing I do know for sure. Nothing ever stays the same. Life is largely a choice between trying to keep things stable and OK or, accepting change and all the connotations that accompany it. That goes for both external and internal circumstances. My own internal, mental, existential, quantum changes have continued but that subject was covered in my last blog so I'll leave it there but with difficulty as of course 'outside' change is only a reflection, or a mirroring back of 'inside' change.
I'm still in Portugal, Algarve, and right at this moment on a quiet wild spot just below the ruins of an old Fort above the village of Alcoutim. I can see the 'Ri Guadiana' below and across to the opposite bank and the Spanish village of 'San Lucar de Guadiana'. Strung out along the river lie 'the boaters'. This is a community of like minded people from all nationalities who choose to live on the water. The boats are mostly full ocean goers though and when you factor in the Motorhome/van dwellers it renders a large part of this 'local' community as vagrant or temporary.
Roy was a boater and had been for many years before, and only recently, selling his boat and moving into a small house locally.
"Well why on earth would I want to go back to the UK."
he stated, as he wielded spanner & pliars to fix a much smaller sailboat which he will use for pleasure and to visit the many boater friends he has up and down the river. All I'm saying is this area around Alcoutim has also got me thinking similar thoughts.
Prior to my present location I have been with Lenny and Win, my good friends from Spain. We've all spent a great few days together on the coast near 'Portimao' and the classic 'eroding cliff' Algarvian picture postcard beaches and cliffs.
They also introduced to me 'Rumikub'. Happy evenings were spent as we each grappled with this intriguing numbers game with, I have to say, increasingly fierce competition as skill increased around the numerous complexities allowed within the rules. A fascinating little game.
Right now I'm back at the coast at 'Vilamoura', a large, wealthy golfing resort and swanky marina. My x sis in law is here at the apartment she owns with her husband. She is here on her own to supervise the 'less than efficient' builder whose supposedly re-doing the guest bedroom shower. Meanwhile hubby, back in the UK, is equally in the thick of it project managing the re-furbishment of their Barnet, N London home.
It's pleasant to have a few days of plugged in electricity as it relieves the pressure on my gas/electric fridge. This has already cost me a new gas jet plus loss of the freezer contents. Over the years though I've become somewhat of a fridge expert on these complicated three way motorhome absorption models. The trouble with them is in very hot weather they struggle, especially when running on gas for long periods which, because I mainly wild-camp, is precisely what I do. Oh well; new gas jet is now fitted and new supply of fish fingers are nicely frozen and await the mashed spuds, peas and maybe even some parsley sauce.
The stay here has also given me time to carry out a respectable gaffer tape and cable tie repair to my 'passenger side' wing mirror. This was smashed to smithereens by a Range Rover travelling in the opposite direction, who, according to Lenny and Win, directly behind me in their moho, swerved toward me for whatever reason, perhaps a momentary loss of concentration or suchlike. Thankfully the electric wires hung onto enough of the smashed bits enabling a running repair at the roadside which now, even though I say it myself, has turned into a rather OK looking and respectable enough repair, courtesy some spares I carry for just such an eventuality, to continue my travels and get me back to the UK.
13/3/2020
Guess that's me gonna be staying Portugal a while longer as Spain is rapidly shutting down due to Coronavirus increasing its foothold. I'm taking my xsis in law to Faro airport tomorrow for her flight back to the UK. Gonna then top myself up with Gas and diesel & head out to Portugal's interior for a while. Its empty, wild, at present warm and sunny and I reckon as good a place as any to isolate myself for a while.
Plus; and what a plus this is, I've just downloaded two more books to my Kindle on my favourite theme. Yup, you've guessed, Quantum themes. If I am gifted survival from this virus and emerge from the Portuguese bushlands sane and healthy I'll tell you all about it..... lol, lol.
Love to all and wishing good health, humour and copeable anxiety and worry over the next few weeks.
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