Do you know when is that warm that the only place that seems right is near the water? Algarve is like that since the first days of June. So, where to go on a saturday afternoon? The beach seems obvious, but the problem is that it is so obvious that everyone else thinks about the same. So, to avoid the line and the parking problems in Faro Beach we went East, and we stopped in Fuzeta. A beach in the heart of Ria Formosa, in a small fishermen town, seemed a good choice to avoid the crowd. But it wasn't. It was actually the stereotype of an afternoon spent in the beach in Algarve in Summer. Almost no place to place the towels, noisy "neighbours", and the worst of all violent ones.
We didn't find any reason for the 2 square meters free in the middle of the croweded sand so that seemed a good spot for us. Not even five minutes after we were regreting our decision. A group of male teenagers with their testoterone on fire thought that the beach is a great place to create a "royal rumble" event. After some pushing and grabing one of them just woke up the "karate kid" in him - not likely that he knows who is Daniel-san or Mr. Myagi, but still - and applied a flying kick in the head of the smallest one in the group - what actually makes it less impressive, couse changes the attack onto a low-flying kick. The kid - he regressed to the past with the impact - cryed like a baby, and the "friend" ran to him apologyzing and compensating him with the solution to end the war in the world: "You can punch me in the face to make it even" - what a genious!.
The man - he grew up from kid to adult in a moment - denied and left. "Everything will be ok now? Wrong...". A family next to us got inspired by the fighting scene and decided to do the same. Four grown-ups started to fight their kids in a painful game. Some slapping, some grabbing, some punching - nothing that we didn't see before it that beach minutes before - and a Hello Kitty ball... BAM! in Nuno's face. Intriguing the fact that the adult that threw it was trying to hit a one year old baby that was participating in the familiar WWE event... Time to leave the beach before the "plague" started to contaminate more people and the older ones armed with canes can be really dangerous when becoming violent. The sun was still up, so we walked near the boats planning the one that we will buy in the future - some for sale but we didn't find "the one" yet. In the middle time to eat grilled octopus, delicious for Nuno, too salty for Martyna, and perfect to throw it to the face of the guy that throws balls at peaceful people on the beach :).
