My first visit to Monte Sahaj was accidental. I visited a house near to Monchique, which had been lovely felt just right, but it had no water and the valley it was in was very isolated, but it had something about it. The person selling it had given instruction as to where to catch a free community bus to the valley so that was fantastic, but to identify the bus stop to actually get from Portimao to Monchique itself i had to call a friend in England to check out the maps as there was no bus stop insight. In theory N had promised to try and connect with me whilst in Monchique but I was almost out of the door ready to return to my accommodation in Faro, when he finally rang and halted me. About an hour and a half later, he and his friend appeared, and it was over lunch, they had the idea of dragging me off to Monte Sahaj rather than letting me return to Faro. And so it was that I met Mooji for the first time, the feeling was one of great warmth and that first fleeting visit was both unexpected and charming.
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| Familar faces appear across the square in Monchique |
A few weeks later, though I was back in the country, this time to see my friend David and to inspect a property near his house, it was interesting but sadly it sold before I could return to see more of the area. It poured with rain on the visit, making a tour of the area virtually impossible. David was returning to the Uk before me, so I spent the last night in Porto, where I discovered their striking photographic museum.
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