Everywhere in the world has its very own special features, the things about it that makes it different than anywhere else.
Some places have famous sites and castles, others historical landmarks, while the Algarve has golf, beaches and the EN β a road known for its danger levels, orange sellers and prostitutes. I did a quick Google search for sex and oranges and apart from one blog and a few dubious results I could not find anywhere else in the world where these two commodities came together apart from in the Algarve in Portugal.
And the sex and oranges situation really does sum up the Algarve, a place where a brand new Bentley will overtake a horse and cart, where a Premiership footballer will be sat at the bar with a taxi driver and where a bus load of pensioners will happily enjoy an ice cream while sharing a seaside humour joke with a hen party of twenty somethings after a few too many shots of Sambuca. I am not sure what actually came first along the EN, the sex or the oranges, but the two seem to work well together and in the summer season the distraction of both from the side of the road only adds to the fear factor of driving the road itself.
Anyone who travels up and down the EN regularly has their favourite sellers come on admit it! She always looks very busy, chatting away on her phone while waving a slim cigarette as she talks.
I am not so keen on the lady who has opted out of the underwear requirement and sits on a plastic chair by a bus stop β she may be wearing knickers but if she is they are most certainly of the furry black variety.
