This time about Portugal itself

So, apparently I didn’t answer the more important questions about Portugal, forget about me, what about the country? Fair enough. I spend far too much time thinking, writing and talking about myself anyway. People no doubt think I’m self-obsessed (which wouldn’t be very far from the truth, but fortunately we’re all self obsessed!)

I actually quite like Portugal. It’s a bit cheaper than the rest of Europe, a bit more backwards and a lot sunnier (I’m told. It’s been raining pretty steadily the last week). I like the nice white houses that you find everywhere – and the people are really nice. The only bad thing being that though they are nice they aren’t very pretty. The men are short and the women are, well, homely. I’ve been told it’s different in Lisbon; but then I’m not in Lisbon so I really can’t tell you that.

Last night we went out for a beer somewhere. Played pool against my brother in law, which he won – which puts us one-one on games with me having killed him in Jenga, that means chess will be the deciding game (yes, we really have nothing to do). Unfortunately the night life left something to be desired (can you say Neon?). I think that shouldn’t be blamed on the Portuguese, however, but on the British.

This has to be said – and I’m sorry if I offend any Brits with this – but when the British are uncouth they really are pond scum; white, pasty, loud, topless drunkards that prove, beyond a reasonable doubt, that budget airliners are a really bad idea. Some people shouldn’t travel and most of them are British.

So I really should go explore Lisbon and see what I think of life there. Maybe work there for a bit during the summer months. I imagine working in Holliday resorts will make me more money than sticking around in Holland. Of course, there’s a few reasons why I might want to stick around in Holland (well, really one reason), so we’ll have to wait and see.

So, should you come to Portugal? Yes, I think you should. It seems nice, though I’d like to explore it properly with some friends rather than the family, to get a better idea. So, so far the verdict is still out, but it looks like all but one of the 12 has been convinced. Of course, we’ve all seen ‘twelve angry men’ so we all know what one opposing jury member can do, but hey, I’m blabbering again (maybe I shouldn’t write blog entries right after I’ve finished at the gym. I think the testosterone interferes with my thought process).