I traveled from Évora to Porto by bus today, a good 8-hour journey. Caught up on my personal reading (Fall of Giants by Ken Follett -- so gripping!) and listened to tunes while admiring the landscape. I was looking forward to seeing Porto again after 7 years and to being in a bustling city.
Unfortunately, my minor travel woes did not limit themselves to Tavira and Évora... The bus had a near-accident which sent all the passengers sprawling and a few phones rattling down the aisle. I banged my kneecap quite hard on the plastic seat in front of mine. By the time I got off the bus, my knee had swollen up considerably and I was having a hard time bending it, but I was still able to walk on it thankfully.... It was drizzling when I arrived in Porto and the bus driver refused to let me off at the designated stop, which meant I had no idea where I'd been dropped off or how to get to my hostel... No one at the bus station could tell me where the hostel was, so I wandered in the rain looking for tourist information or a landmark I could recognize, to no avail. My knee was really starting to scream at me and rain was soaking through my jacket. Now, this is the kind of situation that can really send me in a bad mood; it was so frustrating! Some poor soul in a coffee shop finally figured out where I was in relation to my hostel and sent me off in the right direction. I found a new spring in my step knowing I was only 15-20 minutes away from a dry hostel and a hot shower. As I'm walking, some intoxicated man on the street whips his stuff out and starts peeing a few feet away from me. Unfortunately, I'm moving too carefully because of my knee (and I've got a heavy backpack on), so what happens? I can't get out of the way fast enough and his pee splashes all over my boots!!!!!!! Passersby were yelling at him, but he just laughed us off. (It could have been worse --I could have been wearing my flip-flops). Still, by the time I checked into the hostel, I was ready for a good shower (I took my boots in there with me) and a good, pissed-off cry before getting a good night's sleep. It's not always rainbows and sunshine, folks!
Here's an overview of what the next day was like in Porto:
Walking tour organized by the hostel and led by Anna, a former teacher whose job was cut in the economic crisis. I was happy to support her new career! It was a rainy day again and we were soaked to the bone by the time the tour was over, but what a great way to get a first glimpse of the city. Notice I'm wearing my flip-flops and not my pee boots, eeewwww...
Sao Bento train station, which used to be a convent. These blue and white painted tiles are called azulejos. This art form was introduced by the Moors, but the Portuguese loved it and went to town with it; azulejos can be found everywhere in Portugal.
Igreja de Santa Clara, with gold plastered all over its insides. Many Portuguese churches were decorated in this manner, after the conquest of Brazil brought enormous wealth to the country.
My awesome hostel is located at the foot of the tallest tower in the city, Torre dos Clérigos.
The Douro River
Across from Porto, on the opposite banks of the Douro River, is Gaia, where all the port cellars are located. Despite my best intentions, I didn't take a cellar tour-- but I did enjoy my fair share of port while I was at the hostel!
The streets of the Moorish quarter are very narrow, in typical Moroccan style. This keeps the sunshine out of the alleyways in the summer and consequently, keeps the houses cool.
That's all for today! Met some fun people at the hostel and rounded out the day with a bottle of port in the living room, chatting away with other backpackers. A good day, in the end...
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