After leaving the light festival, 'Arch of Light' is the name, I went to the city to find a good place to eat a Pasteis de Belem. There was again one guy, a young one, offering me Sh-sh whom I started shouting at which made him laugh but in a friendly way so we started talking a bit. I told him how annoying it was always being asked for Sh-sh. Still I was asked several times, but that was, in the evening, not the only annoying thing but also the waiters blocking your way almost pulling you into their restaurant. But after all it was all quite funny. I watched the light show again an hour later and was still impressed. Meanwhile I knew the address for the best Pasteis, I just needed to find this place. Well, I got to know that it was quite far away so I got one from another place knowing that it probably wasn't the best. But actually it tasted very well. At midnight back in the hostel some of the girls were already sleeping. Since my last night was, well, not the best, I wanted to go to sleep earlier tonight. The French girls were already there, some of them already sleeping. I had some things to prepare which I did outside the room and finally I was the last one to go to sleep. I slept well this night, very well, and was the first one to wake up the next morning, writing my diary until all the others got up. Then we had breakfast altogether and we packed our things since we all, the girls and, wanted to leave today. After checking out I searched for a postbox but couldn't find one, but there was a nice market where they selled arts and crafts. Then there were the Sh-sh again and finally I found a post office. Next step was to get out of town. Yesterday in the Internet café I already found out where to do and so I walked all along the riverside to get to this place. Of course I could have taken the Metro, too, but I decided to use this last chance to see some other places of Lisboa before leaving. It was a bit more than one hour to walk, also since I missed the right street, but finally I found the Alcantara Terra station next to which was the runway to the bridge. I had to wait for a bit more than half an hour until there was a guy who picked me up for the next service station Seixal on the highway. Some minutes later a Brazilian woman could take me for some kilometers closer to the Algarve. She told me about her travel experiences in Europe and in the world and that her husband whom she is married to lives with her daughter in Brazil where she wanted to move back to, too. She brought me to a service station not far from the Algarve where I waited for as much time I need to eat an ice cream, which usually is only a few seconds, then I met a Spanish-Portuguese couple from Madrid, she originally from the region of Cadiz, he from Porto, who could take me to the Algarve since they wanted to meet some friends at Faro. They told me about Portuguese history and also about places to visit in Portugal and in Spain while they both adviced me not to go to Sevilla in August since it was very very hot and the flowers and odours this city is famous for are there only in spring and autumn. As I didn't want to go to Faro they left me on the right highway but wrong direction, which wasn't a problem at all because there was another station just on the other side and to get there I only had to walk one kilometer. The lady at the service station told me that it was three kilometers or longer until there was a bridge under the highway and that I should ring the bell at the other side to get into the service area but after 500m there was a creek under the highway which was of course dried out whose tube was big enough that a man could easily stand there. I walked through and could soon ring the bell. Without any question the gate was immediately opened so I could continue my trip from there. But I had to wait for more than one hour, most cars weren't passing the next service station or they had all the family within. Finally I found a Portuguese man with a van who could only speak Portuguese. Somehow with Spanish it worked that he understood what I wanted and he offered to take me to another service station close to Portimao and I went with him. Half the way he left the highway telling me that he would reenter it again soon. He went to some place where another van was waiting and they exchanged some sea shells. Probably he collected them from several places to bring them to a market to sell them. Anyways, due to the language barrier I was not able to get to know about. The service station he brought me to was between Silves and Lagoa and the last on the way to Lagos. There was almost no traffic there any more so I was starting to become desperate. I was in the Algarve which was great but the last few kilometers, 45 maybe, were the hardest. It's often like that: Don't think you have it before you really have it. And no, I'm not going to walk the 45 kilometers now. There must be another solution.
Per Mobiltelefon
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