For some reason, Thomas hasn’t entered a log for the next two days and can only put this down to possibly not wanting to remember his visit to the highly populated tourist area of Albufeira in Portugals Algarve. Thomas felt he had cheated himself by choosing to hire an expensive lodge for the next two nights instead of the usual cost of a tent pitch, although he did downsize from a luxury five bedroom villa! Thomas felt alone that day knowing he was going to be without his gorgeous wife for the next ten days. The lanes from Estepona to Albufeira were deserted and again took Thomas and Nomad through miles and miles of farmed areas, growing neatly lined vines and olive tress. Thomas crossed the border into Portugal and Spain twice that day whilst hardly realising he had entered a different country apart from noticing the all too often deep potholed roads of Portugal, usually with a heavy thud of the front wheel. It was hot that day with temperatures rising to 40’C. Thomas had lost some of his riding muscles throughout the relaxing week off the bike in Estepona and found the riding exhausting. On arrival at the roadside campsite of Albufeira on the edge of its old town, Thomas really didn’t have the energy to pitch his tent and lazily opted for a lodge.