Buy The Ticket Take The Ride


Lagos, Algarve, a surf city that (almost) has no surf: Party, party, party, repeat. Take a ride to the nearby west coast and have a surf. Get smashed later that day and tell everybody how sick Cordoama was. Smell the absinthe. Get a tatoo saying Cheiras a Lagos.

Dunno if it´s because this is the last stop of the inter-rail, but when I am abroad each time I say I am from Portugal the Lagos word pops up immediately. Australians love it, not for the surf though, lol. Ironically, there are times when it´s flat everywhere in Europe and there are waves here. It´s also funny that one of the worlds best big wave rider is the local boy Alex Botelho.

This coast is facing the Mediterranean sea and occasionally gets this weird wind swells from Gibraltar. It´s not world class, but sure is  pretty fun. European champ and ex-World Tour surfer (also local boy) Marlon Lipke gave me a call saying there would be a couple days of waves and Gony, Vasco and Tomás where coming down too.


The boys had a blast surfing this wedgie beachbreak, a place I used to lifeguard (never saved a soul). Despite the hangovers, Vasco was flying everywhere. I think the european junior and world junior champ was energized by the music, warm bodies and the good life. Marlon, Gony (in trunks) and Tomás were ripping as usual, it was quite a show for the hot bikinis.

vasco flying below a 8 million vila
mc marlon

This beach is just down the road from the center of town, this couple of days Marlon actually just walked from his apartment. Everybody comes here to bathe and maybe have a marguerita or two later on the day. I prefer Bloody Mary. It can smell North Africa too.

melvin and friends

By the second day Gony almost couldn´t move. He had a shot too many at Mellow Loco, Marlon´s brother (Melvin) bar. We had to get him a pizza and coffee at Kisa Restaurant to resuscitate him. It was all worth it, he did the best air of the trip later that day.

pizza air

Then it was back to the center to have diner and party, party, party!

party girl


“Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the “good life”, whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.”
Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman

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