Saturday, October 29, 2005

Lisboa

Lisbon is beautiful. I might not have emphasised its good points in my first post. Narrow cobbled streets, pavements mosaiced/cobbled/tiled with limestone (almost looks like marble flooring!), even tiling/mosaics on the outside of the old apartment buildings, lots of squares with statues, impressive looking churches/monasteries/buildings! As you can tell I have no idea what half these places are (I forgot to read the lonely planet guide to Lisbon!). Got good weather too as I mentioned previously.


Praca da Comerciale - the wine tasting is on the other side!
The Baixo (centre of town) - the only part of Lisbon built on a grid as it had to be rebuilt after an earthquake
Rio Tejo
Alfama (old part of town) - tiled walls and the ever-present washing

Lisboa 2

When I was flying into Lisbon I saw this round building which was really prominent on the skyline - so I figured it must be the town hall or something similar. It was actually something way more important - the old bullring. No more bullfights there now - not sure what its being turned into (a museum or a tourist attraction i think) but theres going to be a shopping mall, carpark and subway station underneath.

Padrao dos Descrobimentos - a memorial to the explorers/sailors of the past (built in the 60s hence it looks like pop art or a Soviet memorial!!!)

Mosteiro Dos Jeronimos in Belem

Ponte 25 Abril (not commerating Anzac Day!), Christore (sp?) statue in the background

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Chegui em Portugal

Today is the first day of crap weather since I got here. So thats the main reason that today is also the first day Ive been on the net for anything longer than five minutes. Im not going to say much about leaving apart I think I went through every emotion in those last couple of days. But it was nice to see as many people as I did and I appreciate the efforts a lot of people made to say goodbye.

Im on lunch break from language school - and like school everywhere Ive sneaked off as far away as possible. Some things dont change - being late to school, being late back after lunch, doing your homework the next morning as the teachers walking into class etc. etc. A lot like Italian in high school. However because its a one-on-one course theres nowhere to hide! School goes from 9 til 4. Actually it goes from 9.10 (lessons start at ten past not on the hour - probably to solve the problem of people coming late!). My italian is really not helping at all - cinquanta and cinquante look the same, both mean 50 but one is chinquanta and the other is sinquanta, instead of perche you say porque and A che cosa facer is O que o que fazer. However like italian im sick having to learn each of the "i, you, he/she/it, we, you (plural)" forms of every verb.

My teachers are very patient and very nice, thankfully cos you guys can imagine what Im like as a student!!! Lessons usually end up massively off-track and sometimes in Portugese - this morning we talked about wine, whiskey music and soccer :) I loved my homework one night "Go down to the Praca da Comerciale where theres a permanent wine exhibition and taste Portugese wine". First bit of homework Ive done straight after class! And my last day at the school we had a shot of port at recess as a celebration/send off. That would be at 11am too!

Hmmm flashbacks to the past - on the trip over we flew over London just before dawn. And I remembered flying out of London 17 years ago - same feeling of how big it was, how many lights there were, yet I had no idea where I actually was. Same on Sunday - i think I was over the Docklands but I really had no idea. Strange that I feel so detached or unfamiliar with the place I was born in.

Im trying to spend as much time away from the hotel as I can cos Im convinced the staff at reception think Im an idiot. First I checked in very jetlagged (I couldnt even stand in the right place for the guy - I had to move 50cm to my right before hed speak to me?!) or trying to get messages (I tried Portugese and English and she didnt understand either?!). The other reason is that Joao kindly warned me that the girls waiting around the engineering university up the road are "not students waiting for a lift". Funny that - I dont remember the girls doing engineering at UWA having mini-skirts and knee high boots. So after my experiences on the Reeperbahn Ive been staying well clear.

So after school Ive been wandering round the city cos the weathers been sensational - sunny and 20degC - but like always when you wander the backstreets you never quite know what you'll see around the corner. I ended up in a Roman theatre the other day thinking I was going through just another construction site (like Berlin Lisbon is being rebuilt almost eternally!). You come across an old man basically sitting in the street to watch tv cos his apartments so small or a guy dancing in his jocks to salsa music (yes girls he was hot - not that id know) or random shops hidden on the ground floor of the old apartments - cafes yes but a fishmonger, a tailor, a bra shop, a huge electrical store (Tandy, Retravision, Harvey Norman). And sometimes it aint so good - I walked into the local shooting alley the other day without knowing which provided a bit of an adrenalin rush. Thank f*k I got out of there before they realised there was a tourist with a full backpack walking past. Although they might not actually have been interested anyway - here the addicts act as parking attendants (guiding you into parks, telling you where theres free spaces) as a way of getting money for hits. The authorities turn a blind eye because otherwise theyd steal for cash. I told my teacher about it and he told me about the heroin problem in Lisbon. With genuine sadness in his voice. Something I think you wouldnt hear in Australia.

Anyway Ive got to head back to class. I miss out on the school trip today cos I need more lessons :( Its just not fair.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Intermission

More photos of Oz - these are from Coral Bay, northwest WA. Went for a holiday last week, yep thats right 2 weeks before I go away. But Im better for the break - life is chaos at present.

Sun, sea, coral
Quad-biking
Five fingers- about to go snorkelling

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Start point


Start. Probably the hardest thing to do. Has anyone ever started a blog well? Mostly its a combination of being unfamiliar with how to use it, what to write, and what you want to say. How do you look into the future and know what you'll be writing in 6 months time, and how will this look when compared to what youre writing then?

Everything has a start - journeys begin with a departure, even people start from a point - their birthplace or the environment they grow up in. Everything we do after that tends to be related to where we've come from and what we've done. I was going to start this when I arrived in Portugal but that would seem like I'd missed part of the story - the departure point, the journey. So the start point for me is here in Perth. The start in many ways is an ending - sitting in a quiet office in my last week working here, avoiding the next couple of hectic weeks before I move and start again.

This means I have the usual trial post to check everything works before I go away. I have no idea whether I'll write monthly, weekly or daily. I'll try to make this more than just a diary, but not so full of reflection and navel-gazing that it becomes rambling and unreadable. Promises I probably wont keep. To test the graphics heres a couple of "Pilbara moments" - some scenery from the region where I was working up (fly-in, fly-out) until last week. Talk to you next from Portugal.