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ghost ships surrounded by ghost town

given the calorie megagaus the breakfast buffet at sporting long, we do not as a rule, given lush fullness, eating lunch on that. are also about the time not really hungirg.
we then move on occasion one or the other pleasant stopover on a nice place in the sun and enjoying a cup of coffee with a piece of cake or the like, depending on what they offered.
evening we are therefore not very hungry, and really just need a little something, as is often sufficient for example a small pizza at pizzahut in the marina, with a good, cool light beer. since we only seafood in rod form, and since only breaded, enjoy subject to local seafood with fresh fish shallow for us. We then enjoy a cup of brown brew with milk and sugar-full glass panels in the bar in the hotel, on the first floor, front, boats with a magnificent view of the marina and the millionaire. you do not see hardly at all to people on the boats, all are still mothballed, or in hibernation, the boats, not the people. the evening is particularly stark view, no single light burning boat, and you realize then, that the tens of boats actually all at present are not in use, a boat parking, as it were, for the winter the boats. also adjacent to the Port of huge concrete blocks flats with hundreds are dead - in any of the burning light, also waiting to seemingly come until the summer, Vilamoura is thus over the winter into April and May into a dead city, somewhat like obertauern in july / august - nothing going on, nobody home, no tourists, waiting for the high season. present are very many English people who populate the local, and where their glass of beer, one after the other drink. in the bar in the hotel they are represented lautstartk, usually in groups of at least 5 people, the more and louder, the greater the fun factor. and you see even the red British cancer who succeed despite adverse weather, in part, stürmischem wind, bereits am zweiten tag nach der ankunft einen sonnenbrand zu erwischen, oder: von blass-weiß auf krebsrot in 24 stunden.

summary: due to an almost fattening-type of breakfast - a quite wide choice of most delicious food of any kind, we usually cancel dinner, instead enjoy some coffee and cake enroute in the sun at a cosy cafe outside in the sun. thus, dinner, doesn't have moch priority with regard to taking up some more calories, either - we just have some light snack, eg a small pizza at a pizza-hut in the marina, followed by some good coffee at the hotel's bar, with a spectacular view of the marina. and in the evening when the lights go on we realize all those boats are without any crew on them, not a single yacht seems to be in use at present, it seems everybody is waiting for the high-season to come. The same goes with the blocks of concrete round the marina, not a single flat light shows in it, so their owners seem to wait for warmer, more pleasant, less windy times - all in all, a depressing sight: a ghost-town with lots of ghost-ships ;-)