Central Square thing in Lisbon, possibly a Plaza Mayor but in Portuguese. I liked Lisbon, take away the people trying to sell you drugs and it was great. Lovely meal, as I seem to remember.
Cordell: Why are they all trying to sell me drugs?
Portugal
For us it was a country of contradictions.
On the one hand Lisbon was a delight, we had a lovely meal away from the drug dealers.
On the other hand, Albufeira was everything that gives the Brits abroad a bad name - 'proper' food, Sky Sports, lobster-pink drunks in itchy polyester football shirts. Mind you, Albufeira did have the Albufairy, an ageing transvestite from the north of England who ran a launderette round the corner from our hotel.
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| The Belem watchtower in Lisbon. I seem to remember it was a bit drizzly at the time. Obviously made a great impression on me. | |
| Discoverer's monument in Lisbon, with the girls posing in front. L-R, Sarah, Jo, Natalie, Kath, Stephanie, Rebecca, Monika, Maria, Rachel, Marilet, Melissa, Kathy, Andrea. | |
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Central Square thing in Lisbon, possibly a Plaza Mayor but in Portuguese. I liked Lisbon, take away the people trying to sell you drugs and it was great. Lovely meal, as I seem to remember. Cordell: Why are they all trying to sell me drugs? |
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| Sun over Albufeira, with finger in corner. How could a place where I had two great meals be such a total khazi? Once again, on behalf of the British people, I apologise. | |
| From Albufeira it was back to Spain. | |