Storks, sausages, and science!

Yeah, dude!

How do you reproduce in the rest of Europe when all the storks are parking their asses here?

Every power pole here is a potential stork transfer point!

Avoid Portugal if you don't want kids!

So the unnecessary is purring along the streets, unable to keep up with counting the stork nests, and in the process, the ignorant has the following questions shooting through his unnecessarily rested head on his neck:

Is the number of stork pairs directly proportional to the strength of the Portuguese loin?

And if yes:

Are the local beds reinforced so that they can really make a loud noise?

Does Portuguese lubricant have a higher viscosity than the stuff in the rest of Europe?

Are there above-average number of pelvic fractures during mating?

Questions upon questions...

So the foreigner trots along the cliffs and has to grapple with highly complex scientific topics, which torment his small, untrained brain mercilessly.

Yes, his sulci and gyri would practically be perforated by the air contained inside his skull, if he had any, so sulc and gyro in his head, you know.

But this way, only the air between his ears is compressed, and the ignorant one can't be harmed at all!

The cliffs offered the unnecessary presence something for the gloomy eye and its always empty, growling stomach.

Surfers, cliffs, waves, spectacular views!

And the prospect of an original Thuringian Rostbratwurst was a lure for the foreigner, like Cleopatra's bath in donkey milk, or if you prefer, like Cleopatra herself for Caesar (who is said to have had a particularly sweet nose!)

At least the last sausage before America!

'Maike! Maike! Come here!'

Some buses and many Maike's prevented the originally planned visit to the lighthouse, too many people causing darkness in the shy foreigner's mind, even the fairly strong light didn't help...

So, devour the sausage and off you go, get out of here!

Carrasqueira still wanted to be disturbed by the presence of BOSAMO, and my goodness, what pictures!

Something very special, this fishing village, and also a tiny bit macabre!

That's how the traveler likes it: nothing going on and a truly unique little spot to explore.

Somehow, the only things missing here are dense fog, staggering, dandy pirates, and rum!

P.S.: Without my mistakes, something would be missing from you too!