Oporto - no burgers, but lots of port

Despite arriving hot and tired in Oporto, we couldn't help being charmed by it. It doesn't have the grandeur of other European cities and appears to be a relatively poor city, but it is still elegant in its own way.



We spent a lot of time wandering up and down the cobblestoned streets (literally - it's very hilly) and it took us until our last day there to really hit the port houses. I'm beginning to quite like the stuff... oh and after visiting a few, our future party plans (and imaginations) grew, ranging from sumo wrestlers and Alice in Wonderland themes to scarves, sports cars and butlers...


As usual, food was a central part of our day. We found a couple of favourite restaurants - one in particular, we ate at every night. We were adopted by a friendly Portugese, Alberto, who acted as translator and provided witty comments at dinner (far right in background). The food here is brilliant though - quite simple, but really hearty food (a nice change after tapas).

The only down side was the heat. It became unbearably hot, with no respite at night. And Lisboa is meant to be even hotter...