Hangover and a roadtrip

Trip Start Apr 02, 2012
Trip End Jun 04, 2012

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Where I stayed
Living Lounge Hostel Lisbon
Read my review - 5/5 stars

Flag of Portugal  , Alentejo,
Friday, April 20, 2012

I decided to stay in Lisbon through the weekend rather than venturing to a new city. How could I possibly think of leaving my favorites? Best part is that, with my extended stay, I had to switch rooms and they moved me in with Giles and Joe, as well as 5 other people. Joe, having fled from his room, was already in the common area when I came out with my bags to make the room switch. He was begrudgingly awake and hungover so I took pity and fetched us a pitcher of water to help cure our hangover blues. He, however, had the genius idea of ordering a pizza for delivery and as if like magic, everybody else managed to join us just in time for it to arrive. We polished it off quickly and ordered another one. Ultimately, the best cure for a hangover has to be a road trip, so road trip we did. We piled into Nina’s car and headed to Evora for the day. Before we could leave Lisbon though, we had to tackle a few obstacles... like getting the car started... and getting out of the parking garage. After struggling with the ignition for a few minutes, Joe took over for Nina and started it right away - comical. We celebrated and were off, making it as far as the parking garage exit where our ticket wouldn’t work. Finding the read button, we assumed it would bring some assistance and Nina pushed it only to be answered by somebody speaking quickly in Portuguese. She replied “English?” and he countered with “Espanol?”, to which Nina replied “Un poquito, but I’m stuck in the parking garage”. The conversation was one of the highlights of our day. Officially on our way, we had a fairly smooth drive to Evora, with a bouncing beach ball as our guide. Once closer, we followed signs with pictures of a henge and a menhir on them, thinking those would surely be of interest. Finding our presumed destination, we parked the car by a field of sheep and stood chuckling for a while as we watched lambs hop around. After a tumultuous and long trek we arrived at a big giant rock in the middle of a clearing - the menhir. Maybe we were just all spoiled by having seen so many true wonders at this point, or maybe it was truly unremarkable. In either case, we all looked at each other in dismay. Paolo got a few pictures with the menhir and we headed back in the direction of the sheep. Soon after that, we discovered the henge, which proved to be a bit more interesting. Paolo also go some pictures at the henge and we headed into the town of Evora for lunch. Lunch we did not find. We followed signs for restaurants only to find out they were closed (despite their open signs - maybe they were just closed for tourists). Eventually we landed at the most random establishment I’ve seen - it was part stage, part deli, part day care, part store. Giles kindly ordered us “tapas”, and when asked how many he clarified “some tapas”. Another highlight of the day. We proceeded to go in search of the Roman ruins, which managed to elude us at every turn. How many hungover travelers does it take to find roman ruins? Apparently more than the five of us, because it took us an hour in a tiny town before stumbling upon them. We celebrated and took lots of pictures, more pleased with having finally found the ruins than impressed with the ruins themselves. On the way back to the city, we munched on snacks and played trivia - Giles knew all the answers. Once refreshed from our afternoon in Evora, we went in search of a restaurant that had been recommended to us. Finding ourselves lost yet again, we gave up and picked the nearest restaurant to where we were standing, which was Indian food. Turned out to be pretty legit and gave us full bellies for our night out. We went back to the areas DJ had showed us, had a few beers on the street corner before settling in a bar that was playing 80’s and 90’s music. We left the guys at the bar and us three girls hit the dance floor until we could’t take it anymore. Back to the hostel for that thing that had eluded us most in Lisbon... sleep. 

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