Lagos, Portugal May 2014
Lagos was my 1st city in Portugal and it surprised me. Bars, boats and sun rays are in abundance and English speaking is common which I did not know what to expect. I took the bus in from Seville and didnt need to get my passport stamped. Its a beach town with cliffs an coves littering the shoreline. Its a town where many people are from elsewhere in Europe and people have vacation homes.
There is a small city centre with vendors selling their crafts and the usual African guys with their fake sunglasses and handbags. The cuisine wasnt very authentic enough for me but i feel i didnt stray far from the tourist trap to find any mom and pop restaurants.
I went on a kayak tour along the jagged shore to find hidden beaches and coves you can sneak thru. A few bars had beer bongs with tallies for your country which i thought was awesome. Usually you put on some kind of weird hat, a bright yellow hard hat in my case and the bartender ring a bell and you chug away. Afterwards you are granted a piece of chalk to tally for your country, the US was in the the at this particular bar with Britain close behind. GO US.
I met a group of Australians on the bus which was fucking sweet because they had their own apartment for the week which we would gather and bbq before going out. They totally made my Lagos experience one that i will never forget. Heres to Mick, his wife, Jesse and the other girl, i forgot her name. Thanks guys!