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1) Portugal is definetly and defiantly not Spain. Before I arrived, I too would have been hard pressed to distinguish between Portugal and its larger Iberian cousin. Portugal does however, retain an immediate and distinct atmosphere of its own, although this atmosphere is hard to define. I suppose it seems somewhat Carribean or South American to me, although having never been to the Carribean or South America I'm not exactly an authority on the matter. But it is certainly multicultural and seems much more exotic than other european countries

Escape from LAgos (12 Random Musings on Portugal and Cadiz)

James Taylor
2006-08-23 11:38:12

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shockingly bad music imprints its repetitive and idiotic bass lines upon my already overloaded primary auditory cortex. I suppose it is all in the name of fun, I'm supposed to be enjoying myself. But to be honest I'd rather just sit down with a nice cup of tea and have a quiet chat with someone who I find interesting. God, that is boring. Maybe I need to join the Christian Union or something, but I really don't want to have to scream into the ear drum of a recently gained aquaintance, whose subsequent physical proximity is slightly socially awkward, and still not beunderstood. Should I be condemmed as tedious in both character
and spirit if, in such 'relaxing' situations, some part of me, however small, (and this part of me is none too small) should wish run as fast as I can and as far away as possible.

Bearing all this in mind then, was it entirely sensible to book myself into a youth hostel bearing the moniker 'the Rising Cock'. And, when I had arrived in Lagos, been shunted from room to room, and had sufficient time to judge the character of the place, Beer Bongs and everything; was it entirely sensible of me to book myself onto a boat trip, cutely titled a 'booze cruise', when I knew such a trip would not entail a brief outing across the British channel to pick up a few cheap bottles of wine, but instead would consist of a marathon 5 hours of semi-mandatory hardcore drinking and alcohol related shennanigans. Probably not, in hindsight.

I did at the time suggest that ' I don't think I have ever been in such close proximity to so many morons for so long'. But maybe that was a bit strong, they probably are't all bad. You see my only exposure to the concept of a "frat house" is through those American teen films and I don't really pay much attention to those. So perhaps I'm am just yet to develop an immunity to that sort of behaviour. At times I felt llike I'd accidentally booked ...