We rose long after the sun had, and had it at our back as we continued toward party central. We knew we'd arrived when we hit the southwestern tip and the town of Sagres (saw-grez). A beach side lunch proved enlightening. We learned that Sagres was the home brew town of one of Portugal's tastiest beers (a fact made painfully clear by the amount of times we saw the familiar logo making its way toward our lips in the days to come). We also made first contact ! Sean, from Canada, had just come from a week of frolic an hour East of here in the town of Lagos (la-goshe). Seems he'd been partying with a friend of our's from the Yukon, Chris, who we'd last seen when we sent him off on his merry way from London to European parts unknown. Sean and Chris had been involved in a slight altercation with some other revellers a few nights before which had left Chris with a broken nose. A fact he was astounded to find out we had discovered when we next met up with him at home base Hammersmith ! (It's a small world after all ;) Our orientation clear, we set off for Lagos and one of Europe's most unique  "Canuck Connections".