On the surface Peniche is less appealing than shrivelled old salted cod fish, a popular Portugease dish with a bad wif. We arrived and saw a flat desolate landscape with dated high rise apartment blocks and occasional heinous smelling sardine factories, it didn't add up to much. We lapped the peninsula hoping to find a quaint fishing harbour but there is nothing to write home about. Despite Peniche's bland exterior we quickly grew to love it here and had the happiest days on record.
From the first day the waves were fun, especially for Hollie. The beach is sandy and beautiful and has a neighbouring campsite which is crazy cheap (€5 per night). To top this there is also a dangerously good all you can eat sushi buffet in town prepared freshly on order.
Our week in Peniche was spent loving the simple life getting healthy or perhaps fat. Each day held beach yoga, surfing, sushi and cake, we couldn't ask for better routine.
One lunch time a rapid storm descended with over 40mph winds. Sitting in our van as it rocked we watched the debris armaggedon pile up, flyby flipflops, tents, boards and tumble weed were strewn about. Eventually it crescendoed and we had to pack our tent down, it flew about, drenched and twisted in a scene of laughable chaos. The rest of the day was spent drying out in jimjams watching hardy bushes snap and waiting for the storm to pass.
After a week here we left to collect an excellent home slice of a friend from Lisbon.
We returned to Peniche to watch the WSL Moche Ripcurl Pro surf competition.
The conditions were tricky so the competition went on hold often. But every time the waves picked up the appeal of surfing was greater than spectating. In the end we didn't see much of the competition, the surrounding waves got busy. Duncan and other surfers battled it out with aggressive body boarders whistling and dropping in like groups of raptors on the hunt. Wedgy bodyboard waves weren't so fun when the locals dominated.