We found a lovely camperstop on the seafront at Belem - the place where Vasco da Gama sailed from, apparently - then got the train and metro into the centre. We were nearly defeated by Lisbon’s ticket system: you need to buy a travel card and then charge it with enough money for the journeys you want to take, but this has to be done via a machine which only speaks Portuguese and which goes back to the start of the process if you hesitate for even a nanosecond. If it hadn’t been for a couple of Portuguese teenagers who did it for us, we’d have had to forget Lisbon and scurry back to the van like the country bumpkins we are. When we get back we’re actually going to seek out confused travellers to help!
We bust the budget today with lunch out in Lisbon, but it was worth it for the experience of proper Portuguese food. At least we think it was proper Portuguese food, but it’s possible the chef put a fried banana on the fish for a laugh.
We also had our first guest for dinner in the van - Nick, also driving an old Hymer, who's taken a year out from work to travel. He can't believe his luck either.
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