I had no time so I had to move places extremely often. Sleep just doesn’t even happen anymore. Neither does eating before Midday. Being a good tourist makes these things irrelevant. The bus didn’t make it to Lagos in time for the sunset.
(Pronounced Lar-goosh)
After a series of boring hostels, I actively searched for a ‘party’ hostel and it was easily the best decision I’ve made. The people at the Rising Cock hostel were fun and drinks were consumed upon arrival. I’ve never seen a King’s Cup rule board before. This place feels like home; the bed sheets vary from Disney to Transformers and Mama the host makes amazing crepes. Very little sleep was had.
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Luckily, the picture-perfect beaches and cliffs in Lagos are a great cure. I was in search of a big, big hole I’d seen on the internet. Also, I made a couple of friends from Austria and Holland along the walk which means I get to be in pictures too. I eventually found the hole. It was enormous. Turns out I’m not really as afraid of heights as I thought and all that rock-climbing practice paid off. I’ll definitely be back to this beautiful place and the Rising Cock in the near future.
Lisbon (Lisboa) was meh. Just my opinion. Seriously though, in between Porto and Lagos I’m not sure why anyone comes here. At one point, we had Sangria and everything changed. The colours got brighter and the architecture got way more interesting. That excitement didn’t last.
The metro is terribly glitchy but the locals are really nice and friendly. Their world-famous egg tarts are special. I ventured to the top of the Castle of St Jorge with a pair of Canadians to attain some sunset moneyshots. Both of them ran into poles. I very much enjoy Canadians.
Thanks for the help, Teresa the local on the train.
Beautiful place. There’s an Eiffel Tower bridge. You can clearly see where 10-year resident J.K. Rowling drew influences for Harry Potter from the ‘uniforms’(wizard/witch robes) of the students to the names and designs of the buildings. I didn’t have the stones to take a picture of the students in robes.
They’re famous for their wine (which I didn’t try), proud of their northern beer (Super Bock is basic AF) and a dish called Francesinha (which is absolutely delicious). Bacon, ham, sausage, steak, egg, cheese and I’m not sure what else but Francesinha was delivered to me by the gods themselves. Also, I prefer Sagres (southern beer).
I was so tired I caught the wrong bus and wasted 2 hours to and from Cascais back to Sintra. At least it was scenic and the narrow streets made the trip very intense.
The Pena Palace is some straight up serious Disney shit. Extremely picturesque. I feel like the architect was trying too hard to make it cartoony. And I realised I actually am pretty afraid of heights, my legs lost feeling multiple times up on the ledges. Haven’t been that high for a while.
My feet were wrecked with blisters this entire week so I really had to push through with my atrociously uncomfortable Vans. I realised I average about 20-25 kilometres walking a day.
Sleeping and recovering back at base in Sheff for a couple of weeks before I start the big trip.
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