"... and the Romanian said to the Portuguese...."

The last few days have brought home just how similar and yet how different it is working in Portugal. On Saturday there was a couple of geos, 2 fieldies, a drill crew and a fitter hanging around a broken-down rig talking about the weather, football, drinking and places we'd been. The driller was trying to teach one of the geos his language. Only it wasnt Maori. Instead a Romanian was trying to teach a Portuguese some Hungarian. We talked football not AFL or rugby. And the conversation was in 4 different languages. But getting into drilling has been good - its a more familiar routine for me, and also I know what should be happening and what I expect to happen. However the scenery is still completely different to the backdrop Im used to behind a rig.

View towards Boa Fe

Rig hiding behind cork trees

Autumn colours....

Charcoal burning next to the drill site

For those who have made this far - I whinged about the weather last post and got reminded that all my photos so far have had the sun shining. Hopefully these correct my misrepresentation :)