Introduction
So where are the best places to drink in Tavira?
To be honest, I have no idea!
Bear with me though… I thought that I’d try a different writing technique today (ie just be myself) since I’ve had a couple of beers.
So forgive me, but here it is…
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Bollocks! It’s raining!
It’s December. I’ve made myself a promise that I will finish writing about Tavira for my blog before the end of the year. So I call my mate and say:
“Monday! Fancy a few beers in Tavira? I want to check out a few bars, see what they’re like. I need to write about them. Are you up for it?”
“Always!” he responds, “but why Monday?”
“It’s my Birthday!”
And so the plan is made.
Monday arrives. I have something to do first, namely, respond to some lovely texts from people I would never expect to hear from, but also, I need to head over to Fuseta and catch up with the builder to see what he’s up to.
So I wake up early – and I hear it – the drumming of rain on the roof terrace…
Bollocks!
Then ‘Ping!’
My phone has a message. It’s my mate.
“Have you seen the forecast?”
“The forecast?” I think to myself, “No! But I’ve seen the bloody weather! Bollocks!”
I text him back.
“I think we need to rearrange…”
And so we do, which is just as well, since today, the rain just doesn’t stop. In fact, it’s like the great flood that Noah foretold! The heaviest rain, thunder, lightning, rivers running through the streets…
It’s not looking good.
In fact, it REALLY isn’t good! I end up spending the day indoors, watching the rain through the window.
But I’m old enough to appreciate that Birthdays don’t matter that much anymore. So I’m not too bothered, apart from the fact that I now have a problem.
I’m heading back to the UK for Christmas. I have no more time to head to Tavira and find the best bars.
So here I am, hamstrung by the weather, but still trying to write about Tavira…
I will have very little subject matter until my friend and I hit the town to find out what’s what.
So right now, I’m left with the bars that I’ve been to. And I can honestly say that’s not a great number.
What I do promise is that I will add to this section as soon as I can.
* if you’ve preferred this writing technique, then maybe check out My Experiences. That’s where I write just as I think…
Anyway… the only bar that I have been to in Tavira…
My Favourite Irish Bar
Here we go…
So why did I first go for a beer in Tavira?
To be honest, it was the rugby…
I love my rugby. I’ve played since I was 8 years old. I’ve done OK. I played first team for school, club and university. I spent three seasons in Australia. My best mates are people I’ve either played with, or they love the game.
And then I came to Portugal…
Here it’s all about football, and I have no problem with that, but when the Six Nations is on, or the World Cup? Then I need to find somewhere to watch!
So I looked for a bar that might show the rugby, and I came up with the Black Anchor.
It had some good reviews, and it had some dodgy ones, but I didn’t care. I wanted to watch the rugby.
My mate and I went.
And boy, was it worth it!
A good atmosphere (ie a knowledgeable bunch, especially Joe the socialist!), Guinness that wasn’t bad, great bar staff (Sarah) and food that filled a hole (rugby boys will know what I mean!).
Come the next Six Nations, this is where I will be.
And as I said: the Guinness was good too, which is rare in this part of the world!
Blinking Flamingos’ Favourite Irish Bar:
The Black Anchor
Address: 46-50 Rua Borda D Agua da Asseca, 8800-325 Tavira
Website: The Black Anchor
My Favourite Bar apart from the Irish Bar
To be honest, I have no idea!
Once my friend and I have done the tour, we’ll let you know!
