A rare treat in the Dumball world today – we started and ended in the same country, and didn’t sneak out through a mountain pass or by accident either.
It was another long drive, cruising down the length of Portugal with multiple promises of beach stops and scenic coastal stretches. Most squads caught at least a glimpse of the Atlantic, while a few went full beach bum mode, toes in the sand and ice creams in hand. Others? Let’s just say they almost made it to the water, if you count a petrol station with a crab on the logo.
After the drive came Albufeira, and with it, a sensory hurricane otherwise known as Matt’s Bar – a technicolour chaos zone of foam, lights, and extremely enthusiastic cocktail offers. Dumball had its own exclusive area (because obviously), complete with free drinks, a bucking bronco, and the kind of music that’ll haunt your dreams for weeks. We didn’t drive 2,000 miles to mix with the locals… (except we did, and we love them, especially the ones who dance).
On the mechanical side of things: a few cars gave us the old “maybe I’m done?” routine. Comme d’habitude thought they’d sprung a fatal leak, but a fellow Dumballer twisted a single screw (heroic) and boom – back in the game. No permanent casualties yet, though I strongly suspect a few of you may have crept over the alleged £400 limit… your secrets are safe with us (unless the car starts bragging).
All in all, a day of sun, sea(ish), and some of the finest beach-to-bar transitions we’ve seen yet.
