Being Nice in Porto

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So I was looking back on some of my previous posts and it seems that I come across as not having a good time on our crazy, year-long adventure (and it was also pointed out by a good friend of mine). It’s true I do tend to accentuate the negative, but in reality I am having a very excellent time. I try to turn the bad experiences into something hilarious. Hilarious! Portugal is lovely and it’s really hard to complain about what we are doing and experiencing. I’m just a jerk.

So instead of bitching about how weird and damp our apartment is (apparently it used to be underwater) and about the bizarre bug that I smooshed (Gus’ word) that looked like it came straight out of the Cretaceous period or about the large bite I got sleeping in my dank bed the other night – at least I hope it was a bite and not a bunch of eggs that had been laid under my skin – I am going to focus on the positive and the great little town that we’re staying in. I hope all of my mirth isn’t too boring for you.

After an uneventful train ride (this sentence is just an excuse to show this photo I really like), and some terrible wonder bread and one thin slice of ham sandwiches, we arrived in the lovely town of Porto.

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 Sandwiches courtesy of my Grade 7 home economics class.

The very nice lady who rented us the apartment, who also had the strangest painted on eyebrows that I have ever seen, recommended to us a restaurant. It was great. It is over 100 years old and in a great location down on the water. As soon as we sat down, a huge torrential rain storm drove us inside. The room was in a cave it seemed and was adorned with all sorts of odd paraphernalia.

This was hanging over our table.

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This is my “Dangler” shot for Porto.

I guess it’s some sort of fertility symbol or something to “make you strong”. It seemed to work as after our tasty meal of some succulent chicken and seafood, as i found myself sporting a massive erection for the rest of the day. There was even a point when a couple birds came and perched on it. It was almost embarrassing.

We also had a great meal the next day. That’s two in a row after so many sub-par meals. We enjoyed some great charcuterie and a dish with fava beans and blood sausage.

photo-3Eat your heart out, Hannibal Lector!

A few other highlights in and around the fine town of Porto included climbing this quite high clock tower. I’m a little sketchy when it comes to heights and this thing made me feel a little queasy. It was so windy at the top that I couldn’t take a photo with my phone as it seemed to want to leap out of my hands and plummet it to the earth.

This is the tower (from the ground)…

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And this is the view from the top (from my perspective)…

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Gus and I managed to find a cool “infinity mirror” as I told him it was. We spent quite a long time here hamming it up, much to the chagrin of Tami, who was waiting for us outside.

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There was this cool, creepy old church (really are there any other kind – what’s with it with churches being places of terror and dread?) with some neat catacombs. Scared the bejesus out of Gus.

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If I can’t be buried here, I want my remains to be scattered over 3rd beach in Vancouver. But I don’t want to be  cremated.

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Dem bones.

We moving on again to another town, Sintra, tomorrow before sliding into Spain. But not before some excellent port tasting!

photo-2I could spend all day here. Sorry, Gus.

Oh did I mention that the city is filled with wizards? Cause it is. Rumour has it that a fairly famous a author who wrote a series of books about a boy wizard and his friends, I think it was called “Larry Spotter and the Wizard School of Hard Knocks” or something like that, was inspired by this part of the world.

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Dem Wizards.

Here’s a few more random images of this beautiful town. Get here if you can some day.

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5 thoughts on “Being Nice in Porto

  1. Darren – keep on putting up the “negative” comments – write what is real event if it does sound negative. Everything that happens, bad rooms, bad food, mean people – those aren’t negative comments, those are “reality” comment. I love reading your posts and seeing you photos. Looking forward to your trip through Spain. Take care. Deb

    • Thanks Deb. I’ll just keep on doing what I do, good or bad. I enjoy writing and making light of things that don’t work out. But I think I need to temper it with all the amazing stuff as well. Thanks for the input and compliment! And I don’t mind your bad grammar and spelling mistakes at all!

  2. the view from the top really isn’t your view from the top. right?…i’m just a big dummy thinking it was at first.
    and get back to the crabby comments. i don’t need all this happy bullshit.

    • No it’s not. That’s from the world’s tallest building in Dubai. I was just trying to be hilarious as usual. 🙂
      I’ll see what I can about the crabs.

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