A vida na estrada: Portugal

Estou em Portugal.
I'm in Portugal.

After fake Interrail voyages in Spain, swimming naked in Barcelona and sleeping on the rooftop in Huelva, I finally got to Lisbon.
I love to revisit cities I have been once before, as I always look forward to catch changes in cityscape, to recognise places I am familiar with and to check whether I am gonna get lost in streets labyrinth. My first visit in Lisbon was in Feb 2010 and I had told myself then "I wish I could come back here during summer". So there you go, I unplannedly arrived here.
Speaking about "unplanning", well, I hadn't plan holidays this summer but situation in London made me taking holiday break and without slightest idea where to travel I took a train from Lille and got to Barcelona.
Staying with friends, hanging out till dawn and catching sun rays were all I needed after dusty and rainy atmosphere in London. My stay in Barcelona extended to nearly two weeks and there was time to set out further South. I did try, however to frame my trip and had idea to visit Malaga and Morocco but my "destiny" (hehe, yeah right...) led me to Madrid instead.
Booking reservations on fake Interrail ticket is always fun as cashiers don't doubt about authenticity of the ticket, whats more they are so kind to ask about your seat preference ("by window or by aisle?", "by window please..."). Funny.
From Spain I got to Portimao which is situated in warmest part of Portugal, Algarve. Again, staying at 6th floor of "more glass than walls" apartment in the heart of old town, easy access to the ocean and playing Mario Bros made my stay there nearly perfect. Thanks Antonio for hosting me!
For now I know that on Friday (Probably? Well, you never can be sure 100%, can you?) I am hitching to Salamanca, and after then to Bilbao. Wish me luck and read you soon.

Oh, and short greetings from Hackney rapper, Professor Green, who sounds more or less like British Emidem, doesn't he?

Comments

  1. Anonymous31 March 2012 at 17:46

    sorry, but because of guys like you the tickets are checked more carefully then before..
    people have get in trouble because of babblers!

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