Cordoama is a wild beach in southern Portugal. Wild beaches in the portugese coast are murderly being sold to the frenetic frenzy of the creation of value. But Cordoama's rawness is worth more than 1000 tourists.
"We're constructing tourist facilities.." - they say - "..with quality."
What is quality?, I ask. What building or fancy restaurant can pay off a cheese sandwich on Cordoama's silent sands?
That's what I call quality.
Quality is to be able to choose between being alone or not.
Let's keep our beaches as they are.
No artificial constructions. No "quality" tourism. No appartments. No villas.
Genuinity. Seagulls. A reggae song as the sun goes down.
Wild beaches and fireflies
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