Friday, May 26, 2017

Foz Da Sizandro

So after Cabo da Roca we drove further north, stopping in Ericeira, the European Surf City, to see whether there really are two girls for every boy. There weren't, so, after provisioning at the Continente, we drove further north to the beach at Foz da Sizandro and its aire de camping-cars. The beach runs maybe a couple miles between the cliffs, but it's no swimming beach. Even on a very calm late spring day, the surf is pretty impressive here, at least to this land-lubber.
The aire, us on the far right, closer to land in case of tsunami;
a big dune separates the aire from the beach; fortunately

Path along the cliffs to the south of us

Fishing the big waters

Next morning, surfing class arrives (top of dune)

Out for an afternoon walk

Alas, at high tide, which is now, the waves actually breach
the dune; alarmingly; and cover the nice board walk; thus


These puppies are in the 8-10 foot range, in my humble

Ever alert for sneaker waves...

1 comment:

Tawana said...

Glad you didn't try your luck with surfing.