Monday 16 July
I’ve not showered for three days. It’s safe to say I smell like a turd. As we’ve not stayed out drinking ourselves silly last night we manage to get packed up and back into the city pretty sharpish. Sometimes it’s nice not washing for a couple of days purely for that wonderful moment when you manage to get showered and begin to feel normal again. We return to the previous hostel and discover my bags are where they left them with everything intact. Perhaps my luck is changing.
You either love or hate sightseeing buses. They’re useful in getting to know the city, but they really are the most touristy, cheesy thing you can do. Added to that, I want to murder the patronising voice over/failed actor they’ve got to do the English translation for the guide. His tone is overbearing as he describes the city with the delivery of a dodgy used car salesman with a perma-grin. Still, he doesn’t detract from Lisbon‘s charm and beauty.
As the sun begins to set on a wonderful day, we manage to catch the last tour bus up to the castle. I’m racing against time to get some nice late afternoon sun pictures, with the gorgeous city spread out before us. It’s truly stunning, but once again I’m annoying Katty by sticking the camera in her face and demanding model poses. She really could make some decent money for magazines on the side as she is very photogenic, but she’s not having any of it, so I eventually go back to getting snaps of the city. I’m getting better as a photographer, but I’m still some way from achieving the Time magazine front cover. I’m hoping it will be a self portrait for man of the year.
The light fades to nothing and our Portuguese adventure comes to an end. Tomorrow a new country awaits, as do siblings and potential parents. I’m not nervous at all.
That last bit is a lie; I’m actually wetting myself with fear.Read More