My Albufeira Weekender

We are notorious. From the girl in Magaluf and the 21 apostles, to Torre Molinos and the Inbetweeners…Far away under the hot sun, young and old Brits alike let loose and thrown social conventions and behavioral norms to the wind. Like packs of wolves they prowl the streets in numbers, not howling but singing football songs and exposing themselves. Alcohol fulled boat rides and sex games, the suspicious parents and Malia chanting. Everyone is burnt to a crisp. Who would go to such places or on such a holiday? I had never done and definitely wouldn’t ever!GROSS!

Moral of the story is never say never*

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Probably the reason why so many people go to the sun to let loose is because its actually pretty fun. Leave your nun’s habit and your paddle of rebuke at home and once at the airport simply follow the streams of groups of segregated young people – boys groups who support the matching t-shirts and the giggling girls in crop tops, short shorts and maxi dresses. So get your personalized T on and join the party. Excitement is high. The beach, ladies and gentlemen is that way –>

*Yes, I admit it! I went to Albufeira and I loved it…

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Heart broken?Mid-life crisis?Workaholic in need of some fun? Doctor Abi prescribes a trip to Albufeira but make sure you bring your best partners in crime along for a guaranteed memorable trip.

I went with one of my best friends who I met and lived with whilst attending a top tennis academy in Barcelona. We noticed when we arrived at Faro airport that whereas retired pensioners and us turned right towards Islantilla and Spain, droves of young people turned left deeper into Portugal. After a week of couples and children, we decided we needed a slice of the action too, and so we left Spain and headed off to Albufeira.

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Albufeira is sea side town in Portugal and we stayed in the old town. Little white houses, with cobbled streets which are built around a large sandy bay, it sounds picturesque, but this little picture postcard has had a fire cracker stuck down its pants. Its fun, its electric: the main walkway down to the sea is called “the strip” as in Vegas Strip and there are lots of off-licences, happy hour, menu boards in foreign languages, buff waiters and groups of hungry lads munching away their Full English and washing it down with builders tea at Bob’s bar. Families ( who either have super cool parents or who didn’t read the small print properly), after a long day at the beach come to eat out, browse the lovely bracelets and jewellery at the market stalls and buy home made ice cream and flipping dogs for their sweet little blonde children from the street sellers. It’s not too loud, not too obnoxious, there are no drunks lying in the street and as its all self-contained it is quite family friendly until 11pm.  You may be a bit disappointed, but for me it was quite enough.

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On our first night we met a large group of Dutch guys who were all really nice and (in typical “Magaluf weekender” style) our two groups merged and became one large one. We are still in touch with them now, so really a highlight of our trip was making friends with such nice people. We would wake up, go to the beach, have some lunch with  a summer wine over looking the sea. Then back to the pool but not before a quick stop at the ice cream shop and then around 8 after getting changed, wonder down to the many bars and have a few scrumptious cocktails (yes, a few, because they are so cheap!) Dinner time can be anywhere from between 9-11pm after which it is time for some serious partying!

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