Portugal isn't really very wide. About two and a half hours flat out on the N125 and A22 from the west coast to the Spanish border. I took the scenic route through endless acres of orange, lemon and olive trees from Silves across to the N270 to Tavira, where I joined the N125 and turned left to the praia de Barril. The beach is across the marshlands on an island: you can walk across or you can take the train.
You have to walk across this pontoon-supported bridge to get from the mainland (you're looking at the mainland) to the train station...
Once there you can either walk or wait for the train - take the train. And click on the photograph to get the exquisite detail of those rails...
The locomotive is a little diesel dressed up to look cute...
But there's two of them, and the line has a passing loop (which makes it an official Proper Railway)...
... those points don't have any levers, you just drive your train at 'em and bump 'm over to where they need to be. This trip does not happen at high speed.
Once at the other end, everyone jumps off pretty quick and return passengers board.
While the surfer-shop guys unload the freight. You don't want to know how little strapping they used to hold those surfboards.
It's a neat little bit of entertainment for €5 the round trip, and that walk will feel way more than a kilometre when you do it under the hot midday sun.
When visiting the praia de Barril, eat first. The restaurants are ghastly. By British standards they're ghastly. I have no idea who designed the shops on the beach, but they weren't Portuguese.
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