after a night in salamanca, another crazy spanish party town, we made it to our first stop in portugal. well, barely. we found out at salamanca, the only train to portugal leaves at 4:50 am. in our delirous state, we board the train, only to find out that it is one of those old ghetto trains that have 8-person cabins. we open our compartment - lucky number 7 - and are greeted by the nastiest funk ever (way way worse than the guinness farts), one no-shirted-belly-hanging-out man, and five miserable-looking people. we both cry, "f no" and decide to ride out the 3.5 hour train ride parked on the floor at the end of the train, hanging our heads out out of the window like refugees. then about 1.5 hours into this ridiculous situation, we remember that portugal is one hour behind spain and that this is a 4.5 hour ride. nice. but we toughed it out, and somehow, we still made the bus transfer to porto, and that is where we are now.
as you can guess, porto is the home of port wine, and we spent most of today doing port tasting at the different "wineries." sometime during the day, we also visited the post office. as the lady was finding some stamps for us, we spotted one of those yellow "for dummies" books in portugese. it said, "internet for totos"...and i just started to crack up.
portugese is a very hard language. to me, it looks like spanish, but sounds like french. i already gave up trying to learn it and am sticking to sign language. but i do know two words now - ola and toto.
4 comments:
Saujin come home!!
those trens are crajee! great story though :)
Oh man, I should have warned you! Glad you made it ;)
Dude, Aisha and I had the exact same train ride when we left Budapest at 5:30 in the morning! We even have a picture of my ass sitting in the hallways of the train looking like hell. It's lovely.
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