Olhão, finally from the inside: three sunrise runs and the salt pans
Two days early for my flight to Anslo, I stayed in Olhão itself for once instead of out at the coliving, and ran along the salt pans every morning.
Early November 2026
Three nights, three sunrises, and a town I’d somehow never actually stayed in.
Riding from Dénia to the Algarve in one go instead of four days was the kind of decision that makes sense after a beer. It left me a few spare days before my flight to Anslo, and Pomar was full. So for once I didn’t sleep out in Quelfes. I took a B&B in town.
That came with a hidden benefit: running. From the coliving, every run starts with ten minutes of arguing with a paved road. From town, you step out the door and you’re on the harbour, then the salt pans, then the Ecovia.
Three nights, three sunrise runs. Olhão is busier at that hour than Fuseta ever is, but you can ignore most of it. The light over the salt pans takes care of the rest.
I have to admit it’s quite nice. Annoyingly so.