Lisboa

Couldn’t be bothered joining the queue to take a photo from the other side.

After breakfast with the boys we jumped on the train from Porto down to Lisbon. Three hours later we rocked up in Lisbon and found our wee hotel. Perfect location. Wandered up hills and down hills to the main square then we did the touristy thing and jumped on the old tram that takes you up the vertiginous, narrow, streets and through narrow lanes. All entertaining. Wandered back to the hotel, clocking a few things for tomorrow’s adventures, a quick breather and a change of clothes before heading out to a neighbourhood hangout, where nobody spoke English, and they served whatever had been landed earlier in the day. Perfect.