last week we (tom and i) decided to run away from the crazy "semana santa", the estern party for a week here. everybody living here that we know went from here. we decided to do the same even if we came back for the last day of it, just to see it cos it s still interesting to see these religious fest, the people and what is organised..... so what? we went to lisbon hitch hiking. to go there took us 2 days and 2 nights. the first night we were on the south coast, too touristical, too english... quite nice but finally not very intersting. the second night we were in ourique, the deep portugal, were people look at you very suspiciously, scared of strangers, even more if you are holding a guitar, a hat and the night already came. So we finally met the police there that took us to their station, checked our passports and stuff, and even spoke french to us just to check we were not brazilian or moroccis. well, they were nice but still having the autority to do what they wanted. after 10 mn, we were back in the street going to the omly bar to have some food and beers in front of a football match of the champions ligue i think. there we learned a bit of portuguese with the waiter (?).
finally, we arrived in lisbon, where we had a room for 10 euros a night, just with one bed, a broken door and window, very "a l ancienne" like in the books of g.orwell (dans la deche a paris et a londres) or j.kerouac (on the road...) for the first 2 nights before going to a couch surfer place, fernando, a crazy musician, just always playing something, like possessed by the rythm and melody.
yeah, about lisbon. just a very beautiful city, a lot of energy, streets, 7 hills (like istanbul), the river in front of it with almeda on the other side (like istanbul and the bosphorus), beautiful pavements and trams, a lot of street art... a city where i could live without any problems.