Capital Portugal

I am a very visual person, I remember things by pictures and my lack of pictures makes me forget. Ah but now I have a myriad of memories, spawning off each other - they rush like a wave I cannot catch. I really dont feel like writing fluently about Lisboa, partly because I was sick, I didn't have the best time, hence this feels like a chore also, fittingly, Galway's recent gastro has caught up with me. I will have to go every point I write in this blog. So point form it is.

- stayed in a 8 person dorm where the toilets were so small your knee prevented the door closing. Maybe you're supposed to sit on it backwards - you know, "face" the toilet. In the middle of the night, whilst we were all sleeping, some wierdo girl came in ate something in the middle of the room, took 4 attempts to reach her top bed bunker (due to horizontal challenges of her own part) dance on her bed for a while. Jumped off and left. I thought I was the only witness to it, until the next day we discovered that everyone saw it too!

- met a US marine, who liked his Hickory smoked chicken. Serving in Iraq, currently on leave. Said he was in "interrogator"

- Pissed, absolutely pissed down rain

- Saw a man with the most hideous growth on his face, it is one of the few things that actually made me feel sick.

- Bought my wicked side laced shoes.

- Ate at a fantastic restaurant, the name of which alludes me

- Saw some shitty castle

- I was still ill

- Went out with the lads on the hostel pub crawl, but ended up joining some wierd night tour group full of non-english speaking people. Quickly broke away and ended up catching the last few minutes of some gig, in possibly the most opulent club. Minimal dance floor, but miniture "beds" everywhere, giant glowing balls etc. Still the ugliest girls....

- A car driving by and splashing cello!

Sintra

I actually have some thing to say about Sintra. Add an "A" and you have a wonderful crooner. For me this was a most breath taking little town in the mountains, with castles in the mountains. We only got to see a Moorish broken one, because we thught we could walk to it.... about 30 minutes into it, and only 1/4 of the way there up hill we decided that it might be a bad idea. But the others look spectacular even from a distance. Had an awesome pizza lunch, and wonderful toilets (as written in Ode). What more could I ask for? Ok, beautiful women.