Along roads you don't plan - Part 1

This is part 1 of a travel story from one of our customers. They were on the road for two months with the Outbase ID. Buzz through Portugal.

A journey full of adventure and encounters

The trip began with chaos - a lost passport, panic, haste. But fate was in our favor. With an emergency document in our pockets and a light packing list, we boarded the plane to Faro. Two months of freedom lay ahead of us.

Upon arrival, Freek was waiting with our Outbase ID. Buzz: Evanna, a house on wheels for the next few weeks. Hester took the wheel, and soon we were installed at our first quiet overnight spot. We closed the first evening at Antonio's, where the smell of grilled food and garlic welcomed us to Portugal.

The sun was shining, and we drank early orange juice from trees next to the Buzz - pure, fresh and home-pressed. As the campervan began to feel more and more like home, we explored Faro, enjoyed squid at Ha Patria and found our first wild camping spot by a river. In the morning we briefly wondered if we were accidentally in the middle of a mountain bike race - bikes flew around us as we quietly made coffee.

Carnival in Loulé immersed us in a sea of colors and dancing figures. Then a little luxury: a campsite with hot showers and wifi. The contrast between the vibrant party and the serene evening in our bus could not have been greater.

The coast beckons, but the rain haunts us

Our route took us past Quarteira and Vilamoura, and finally to Silves, where we ate piri-piri chicken and the rain poured down. But Portugal proved that a rainy day also has its charm - a cheap three-course dinner overlooking the streets of Silves and a hot shower at the campervan made up for everything.

The next day the skies cleared, and we left for the famous Seven Hanging Valleys. Breathtaking cliffs, rough waves and fishermen lowering their lines into the depths. The reward after this trip? The best cheesecake ever, at a cozy bistro in Carvoeiro.

Alvor took us to a charming osteria, where we feasted on fresh oysters and almond cake. When the rain again beat down with force, we laughed about it - this was part of it.

From Lagos to the end of the world

The next few days took us through Lagos to Sagres, where the cliffs reminded us of the end of the continent. The Fisherman's Trail was calling. The sea pounded against the rocks as we made our way along the trails. At dusk, we enjoyed the sauna at our next campsite. Under a clear starry sky, Hester dived into ice-cold water three times - pure ecstasy.

The campervan felt like home: warm, cozy and always filled with the smell of fresh tea and coffee. The weather forecast remained wet, but we decided not to worry about it. Portugal was beautiful, rain or not.