Indie

New nickname. Self portrait with shadows.

If you go to Lisbon you will be told that Sintra is the bees knees. Don't believe it, it's a tourist hell hole.

Okay its not that bad, I mean you get off the train and there are dozens of people trying to sell you tours and tuk tuks touting for business and weird shit guys yelling out of car windows trying to get you to climb in the car with them. And the tourist office gives you some good advice and some bad advice. And the word vegan is unheard off so you eat crisps all day. And the buses and traffic are made to pewk for. But the Moorish Castle is dead cool and the park is lovely. There are some fabulous trees and rocks. That's not even a joke. The rocks are out of this world. And we met a woman from Kazakstan who was really interesting. And when you do get back to Lisbon after trains being cancelled and having to find a workaround you have an absolutely fabulous evening with two charming people who are travelling alone and sitting next to you in a really good vegan restaurant. And faith in humanity is restored.

It was a good day but .... well, don't go to Sintra without talking to me first. You need to know the hacks.