Ah the joys of EasyJet! It really is a flying zoo. The early check-in time "to allow for on-time departure", the rush to the gate to be first in the queue and hence get a good seat, the wrestling with huge cabin baggage (to avoid paying £20 for hold baggage). The result is that cabin crew spend 20 minutes trying to fit all the cabin baggage into the overhead lockers so that we leave 20 minutes late. I think it was the most unpleasant flight I have experienced and that would include Bongo-Dongo airlines in Burkina Faso. There are just so many holidaying Brits you can put into a single tin.

Arrived at Faro and joined the "other passports" queue. The one man at immigration meant a slow queue which was luckily thinned by many Brits realising that the UK had actually joined the EU and that they could go in the EU passports queue. Despite being pretty sharpish in exiting the plane, we were the last people through immigration that night, even the cleaners had gone home and the baggage carousels stopped. Pam and Derek had almost given up on us ( they had had a couple of HelpX no-shows before).

We went to dinner in Soa Braz de Alportel to a place called Chicken Luis (Luis do Frango) where we had bread, main course, wine and dessert for 10 Euro each (my kinda place). Home to Pam & Derek's house in the village of Gorjoes about 7km from Sao Braz.