Category Archives: portugaliness

Waffles and ice cream…

Slightly fogged by a touch of man-flu my week has drifted past – I’ve battled through this hideous affliction and managed to extract myself from my duvet and thrust bravely into the social domain a few times. Dinner on wednesday was a luxurious affair – a circular table in one of the best restaurants on [...]

I would have bought this jacket…

…but some things just don’t need to be said… I didn’t surf today. My mind was on other things…

Red sky at night…

…the shepherd’s in the bar drinking a large vinho tinto and talking about his goats. Again. Which I’m sure he’s delighted about. Sure was purdy though. The sunset view was from my old balcony in Cha. More at Flickr. I didn’t surf today.

Terribly English…

The Portuguese aren’t like the English – if you ask an Englishman how they are very rarely will you get more than a ‘fine thanks and you?’ If you ask a Portuguesa how things are going – be prepared for an onslaught of news ranging from recent and current ailments, problems with the goats and [...]

Something not quite right…

One thing I like to do when not throwing myself down the front of big wet things is to ride my very loverly 650 Dakar over big mountainy things (although lately it’s been off the road with no time to sort it out). So I’ve been to a fair few bike meets in my life [...]