The hang
The beach at the bottom of Albufeira — a wide, attractive, perfectly competent sand shelf trapped beneath a town that's a monument to British binge drinking. The beach is fine. The town is a strip bar with a tourist board. You go down to the sand, you have a lovely afternoon, you go back up to the town, and a man named Kyle offers you a fishbowl cocktail for €8 and a story you'll regret. The beach deserves better. So do you.