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Rick Steves' Europe
Slowing down in a sleepy Portuguese fishing village
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Since Phoenician times, octopus has been the main catch for the villagers of Salema, located on the sleepy south coast of Portugal. And the fishing process has changed little in several thousand years.
At the crack of dawn, I wait at the beach for my local friend, Sebastian, who's agreed to take me out to check the octopus pots. As Sebastian pushes his boat into the sea, he helps me board. His hands are thickly calloused — mine are mostly used for a laptop. My white and tender feet are slathered with sunscreen — his are like hooves, and they grab the crackled wooden surface of his garishly colored and well-worn boat. The barnacle-encrusted pottery jars stacked all over town are much more than rustic souvenirs: they're octopus traps. They're tied about 15 feet apart in long lines and dropped offshore. (And ancient, unwritten tradition allocates different chunks of undersea territory to each Salema family.) Octopus, thinking these are a cozy place to set an ambush, climb in and get ambushed themselves. When the fishermen hoist them in, the stubborn creatures hang on — - unaware they've made their final mistake.
Sebastian hauls in the line as the old pots are noisily welcomed aboard. Water splashes everywhere, but there's no sign of an octopus. Sebastian grabs his bleach bottle, gives each pot a little squirt and a maced octopus flops angrily into the boat. It's bound for the market and, who knows, perhaps my dinner plate tonight.
From the boat, I survey this stretch of Portugal's Algarve. It has long been known as "Europe's last undiscovered tourist frontier," but — as is the case with any place famous for being undiscovered — it no longer is. Most of the Algarve is going the way of Spain's Costa del Sol: paved, packed, and pretty stressful. It's actually overdeveloped, with giant condo-type "villas" hovering over just about every beach with road access.
But one bit of old Algarve magic still glitters quietly in the sun: Sebastian's hometown, Salema. You'll find it at the end of a small road, just off the main drag between the big city of Lagos and the rugged "land's end of Europe," Cape Sagres. This simple fishing village has a few hotels, time-share condos up the road, some hippie bars with rock music, English and German menus and signs (including bullfight ads for "Stierkampf"), a lovely beach, and lots of sun.
Situated where a dirt road hits the sea, Salema has three streets, five restaurants, a couple of bars, and a lane full of fisherfolk who happily rent out rooms to foreign guests. Salema's flatbed-truck market rolls in each morning. There's one truck for fruit, one for vegetables, and one for clothing. A highlight of any Salema day is watching the fishing boats come and go as a tractor drags them in. Travelers and locals alike ignore an ever-growing circle of modern condo-type hotels, apartments, and villas up the hillside — skip the hotels, and go for the " quartos" (rooms that are like B&Bs, but without the breakfast).
The town's handful of small, family-run restaurants specialize in one thing: fresh seafood. Happily, those that face the beach are the most fun, with the best service, food, and atmosphere. The Atlantico is popular, right on the beach. It's especially atmospheric when the electricity goes out, and faces flicker around the candles. The Boia Bar, at the base of the residential street, is Salema's best value, with huge portions and a few tables a splashing distance from the surf.
From Salema, it's a short drive to the rugged and historic southwestern tip of Portugal. This was the spot closest to the edge of our flat earth in the days before Columbus. Today, at Sagres, fishermen cast from its towering crags, local merchants sell homemade and seaworthy sweaters, and daredevil windsurfers skitter across the windy stretches of water. And here, tourists and fishermen sport the same stubble. This hideaway is just the place for some rigorous rest — and to enjoy some very fresh octopus.
Edmonds-based Rick Steves writes European travel guidebooks and hosts travel shows on public television and public radio.
Copyright © 2006 The Seattle Times Company
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