So, it was the second day. Gonzalo and Javier had gotten up very early to visit a music museum in Porto; the rest of us slept late. After a pretty good breakfast we headed out to find the other guys. Without luck though we didn’t find them.
What next? Well, the beach is next! It was a long walk,
several miles for sure as it took over over an hour downhill. Finally we arrived at … at… The ATLANTIC OCEAN!
We had a hard time finding a beach. All of us wanted to get in; it was a beautiful day, and although it was warm in the air the water would be cold. Finally we found the spot pictured above. I made sure to make the most of it – once you get out the motivation is to stay out. So, I swam and dove into the waves and did a little body surfing. It was fun. Poncho joined me shortly and then Tómas and Vanessa followed after a while.
Once a surfer got a little close. We had been alone and the surfers quite far away. Somehow he moved over towards us. After cussing us out in Portugese he went away. Seems I was in his way. (this is when I roll my eyes). We got out shortly, and for the first time in my life I understood how dangerous the water can be. Not that I was in danger, but it was difficult to swim back in and especially with cold muscles and a little tired from playing. I’ve always wondered what people were talking about – now I know.
So, on the beach, beautiful day? What to do? I took a run. It was slow going as I was still stiff from the cold, but this would help me warm up. Probably a couple kilometers there and back, but it was worth it 😀
We were well into the day when we passed an old fort. The entry was 50 Euro cents so we took a peak. It was pretty cool. Here are some shots
Vanessa on a canon; the flag of comandos, and an outside wall. Poncho, Tómas and I had a little competition to lift a canon. It was heavy, but I got it 😉
We made it to a lighthouse right before the sun went down; so I asked the guys to stop so we could watch an Atlantic Ocean Sunset. My first of hopefully more.
In the last one you can see the waves splashing on the rocks. Sometimes they would go way over my head. There were even signs warning us to watch out because it could be dangerous.
The walk back was even longer than the walk to the beach. We had taken the Metro part of the way and then walked directly to the water. This time we followed the coast and river back into town. It was a looooong way. A couple hours if I recall correctly.
I snapped a couple photos along the river.
We were lucky and happened to pass a bus station on the way back to the hostel. So reservations were made to ride to Lisbon the next day. After dinner we all passed out. Two long days in a row really wore on us.
The next day we waited, but not long, for the arrival of Aíleen. She had rented a car to drive into Spain and look for long lost family members. It seems her Grandfather had moved to Argentina and lost contact with his family. She was successfl and found them with only their last name and the town from 2 generations back where they had lived. It was a short meeting though as she made it back to our hostel in time for breakfast and a shower.
We made it to the bus station when one of the silliest/stupidest things that ever happened happened. Well, it was pretty dumb. At the bus station we asked the woman at the counter if she knew of a place where we could get our passport stamped. “Of course,” she said; “I can do that here”. Great we though and all pulled their’s out to have it stamped. Me first! DOH. This woman obviously wasn’t too bright because she stamped my passport with the bus company’s official stamp RENEX. 🙁
I couldn’t believe it. What did she think we wanted? Well, the others weren’t impressed with my RENEX passport stamp, in fact that wasn’t even a country. They elected to look for a stamp elsewhere… None of us ever got our passports stamped in Portugal.
Here’s our luggage at the bus station, and something even more important… CHIPS. I hadn’t seen a name brand bag of chips in quite a while. The picture was good enough though, I chose ice cream instead.
And some of us waiting for the bus.
Portugal is a beautiful place. I only snapped a few photos during the trip. I was busy looking up words in Spanish and even took a nap.
Lisbon bus/train station
We arrived in Lisbon safely. It was nearing dark when we got to a Hostel. Time for a break. We did go out that night, and there were some amazing sights, but of course my camera was in the Hostel. Darn, the Christmas lights were fantastic and we walked down to the river running through town and saw some neat sights there too. Well, I’ll just have to go back! 😀
That’s the end of day 3. Maybe I’ll get the others up soon.
Until then I’ll be in Italy. Have a nice weekend.