By the time I got out it was 12.30 and I had lunch which now that I think about it, it was expensive. €10 for a salad, side of calamari and then a beer. I wanted a coffee but if I got up I'd lose my table and the service wasn't great. A lot of these places seem to be run by friends only serving friends.
I went to the Palace Balso which is a really beautiful building used for its financial sector. It was the Portuguese stock exchange until only a few years ago when it was moved to Lisbon. Now you can't take any photos in the building but I'm a sneaky Italian who got some sneaky shots. The Arabic room took 18 years to complete and is the most famous room of them all. So I got a photo. Can't go there and not photograph like that church I went to. Come on!
I then went to the National Museum which wasn't busy at all. I only saw an older couple and that's it, the whole time. However I saw a photo of a Baronesa. Close enough, so I got a photo. I was walking back to the hostel when along the way I saw a market and saw some fantastic things a lot of people would have liked but didn't get anything because really who do you buy for and not get for? Okay I have something for Simona, only because I was given a Pink badge at a bar for free.
When I got back to the hostel the German girls were there so we got talking and found out a few things like one of them went to Australia to work for 6 months and backpack around. She never liked Melbourne, never knew about the Coogee beach ice cream (she went to the hotel a lot) and she worked at Subway and now lives in Munich. So I got dinner then later on chilled with them and a few guys from Melbourne.
Well I decided to go out on the pub crawl again and do the wine tasting again. I remembered. There are four types of white Port: sweet, extra sweet, dry and extra dry. Sweet is darker and dry is lighter in colour. The other is Tore which is brown and it's made with 500Ltr barrels so air passed through it. The Ruby is darker because less air goes through it in their 40,000Ltr barrels. Yes! Boom. Not so drunk after all.
However I was hungry and got awesome food for €2.20! It was two things as well. Amazing. Only because my dinner wasn't that filling, and I had desert too. It said it was pineapple and peach and I thought it meant in something or as a cake. Nope. Just a slice on pineapple with half a peach. Still good, I got some fruit!
Yeah anyway as it turns out the guys from Melbourne were into drugs and shit but that's fine. I got asked for drugs the other night as well. Then when we left we got asked by another guy. Not sure what the deal is exactly but innocent me is a bit shocked. But turns out one worked at Target and we also have the same hatred for the company and had to endure working with some of the same shit managers even though he's from Camberwell.
So one place I was at (same as where that drag queen looking bald thing was the other night) the German girls wanted to dance on the podium and I didn't want to. Like fuck that shit. I'd rather not make an ass of myself even though you'll never see me again. However we had one Italian who was crazy and he didn't give a shit. When I heard Call Me Maybe I did however dance so hard I hit my beer out of my hand, but that's acceptable. So when the girls went to the podium a British guy who was with us went to follow. And I'm a sheep when I'm drunk so I did too, until I saw a guy slapping him. Like slapping. Not punching him for getting in the way, but slapping. All over his face and it was hard but the guys were drunk. I said "well fuck this shit" and walked off. I don't remember coming to Europe to fight. So I decided to call it a night and go and that's when outside there was another fight. Awesome. So I couldn't go outside because security wouldn't let anyone through. I gave it a shot and saw Grace, the guide taking us out. We decided to go to that indie club and it was shit. I lost the people we were with and I heard The Killers though.
But I left and decided to walk back to the hostel but in the only style I knew, drunk/sober. I found out that when I drink there's sober me and drunk me because sober me is controlling drunk me. For example my body is walking and smacking into random objects but my mind is like "calm down Angelo, I told you not to drink, now don't stand there or you'll get run over." This may explain why drunk me is always as stupid as sober me. I found myself! EAT PRAY LOVE!
So I went back to the hostel...sorry got off track, and I went to cross the bridge because I thought I've been here for a few days now and I haven't crossed it. I haven't seen Porto from the other side, especially at night. And what do you know? It's beautiful. If only I had my glasses.
In the photos I have me with Me Gusta. My lunch. A photo of all the crowd, before the fight so it's just people on the streets. And finally a photo of Porto at night.
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