Porto

Although I had all the intentions to wake up early and see some more of Lisbon before I left, it didn't materialise. I had given up on seeing any of Porto, given I had one afternoon at best. As such, I swapped that afternoon for a morning in Lisbon. I was supposed to be productive, but a bit of a hangover, being very tired and being unable to decide what to do, left me stuck to the couch most of the day. I went and found some peri peri chicken, which was quite average, and ended up back at the hostel chilling with Nina and Matt until it was time to make my way to the bus station. Which is enourmas and quite cool by the way, shame its in the middle of no where and takes ages to get to. After a reasonably long bus trip, I eventually arrived at the Lisbon station, jumped on my bus, and began the much longer journey to Porto. Nothing exciting happened during the journey, and not much exciting happened after. A part from spending a good bit of time trying to figure out the Portugese train system with some other travellers, I went to the hostel and went to bed. It's a shame. It looked very social, and the people seemed really cool. I met some Canadians as I was checking out, and they seemed fun. Had I not been fucked around by the train, I may have made it in time for the pub crawl, and enjoyed at least one night in Porto. But I have had plenty of partying in Portugal. Instead, I simply got a feed, ate at the hostel, and went to bed. The hostel was situated in the perfect position, so even the walk to the burger joint provided some great photos of the cathedral and the viewpoint over part of the city.Weiterlesen