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 |   ON THE WRITE PATH: travel journal for Around-the-World in 2015, 16, 18. |
StephBee - House Targaryen and Sssssh! I'm not really here. This is the second entry for
🇵🇹 Beachy, just beachy (Lagos, Portugal) Life's a beach... and Lagos has plenty.  I had wanted be in Lagos for my birthday (didn't happen...  ) but couldn't arrange it without unnecessary stress. I have to monitor and manage my stress. I almost missed the bus from Sete Rios (Lisboa) and arrived a tad late as Filipa (the Goddess of the Hostel World) had left for the day. Not to worry. Timo (Dortmund) was working reception with Ana (Toronto-Serbia). They were forewarned that I was coming.  Timo took me to the 8-bed dorm (I requested it because it's on the same floor as breakfast and therefore fewer steps). They put me in the same bed I slept in years ago when I first visited! Ah... the caress of clean sheets and the support of a good mattress. And a nice view:  Filipa laughed when I saw her the next morning and told me I did that on purpose  .I stayed one week. Ostensibly to relax. But I continued to not feel well. The last visit (a few years ago) I had almost feinted at the market before our communal dinner (I still remember Naiomhe's colcannon). I told Filipa this visit that I may have had a mild heart attack the last time. I was looking forward to the next evening as I would be there for 3 dinners (Sunday, Wednesday, Friday) but by the time I got to market and back on Sunday I didn't feel up for it.  Lots of interesting guests from various countries: India (we talked Bollywood and Thai BL), England, Holland, Canada. Hannah from Devon advised me about Thailand where she taught for 3 months: anyone who is not family or friends is treated in a transactional way. In other words... like an ATM. Still... life's a beach. I did visit Praia Batata.  Lawrence and Patrick joined with Timo and others for a game of volleyball at Meia Praia. I got there late however. Saw the cheerful starbursts of Mesembryanthemum (flowers), sand dunes and sand for kilometers, and shells. It's a swimming beach. Watched a father/son play in the very gentle waves. In town I searched and found grilled sardines octopus salad. Orange juice greeted me every morning at the hostel. I did chat with most everyone, was glad to see Filipa, Carmen, and Manel again. Especially thrilled to see Ourso, age 14, who is a big black hairy bear of a Newfoundland.  I feel good in Lagos... when I'm not ill. Ah... illness, let me count thy ways. Fortunately, Evelyn looked after me for a week... but that's for a blog about the kindness of strangers. ~440 words |
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