From the Lisbon airport, we took a cab to get to our hostel. We got an asshat of a cab driver who told us it would be 15 euros from the airport and when it turned out to be 10, he charged us 15 claiming that transport of bags is extra. No other cab drivers we had in Lisbon after that charged us for having bags. D-bag.
We were so tired from early flight but we couldn't check in to the hostel until 2pm. So we crashed on the common area couches of Lisbon Lounge Hostel hrs (really nice hostel) for 3 hours. It was quite convenient that I was already in my pajamas.
When we woke up, we wandered around the area, aimless (it's the best way) and shopped a bit. It was good to get a bit of a break from sightseeing. Speaking of sights, we saw a random guy start singing Indian in the street. I have a video clip, but I think it is too large to upload.
We decided to check out the st.George castle and took the #28 tram to get there. It was packed and not too pleasant. The trams are so small and old and this particular tram is the tourist one, so it was really just a bunch of confused people stuffed in hot confined area stepping in each other and trying to balance. The trams look really cool on the streets though.
We got into the castle for free (youth day, what up). It is just a fortress; the interior was destroyed in and earthquake, but the exterior was rebuilt. It was fun to explore the fortress and see nice views of Lisbon from different lookout points. We randomly saw a peacock on the grounds too. Unfortunately not courting.
In the evening, we went to the Ismaili centre. It was stellar. Gorgeous fountains and gardens. We took a tour and learned about the symbolism behind some of the architecture and all the different areas of the centre. It was nice to see the similarities between the architecture of the different Ismaili centers as well as the similarities between Portuguese architecture and the Ismaili center. Sana and Alina said varo during the ceremonies as I was holding in laughter.
That night, after eating some famous portuguese chicken at Colombo, I bought a necklace with an owl pendant on it. I obviously had to name the owl, and decided on Nicolau, since the street where our hostel was is called Sao Nicolau. At night we went out to a club on the docks. We got there at 2am because it is apparently dead before that. It was really cool and i loved the music- straight up house music. Alina wad not impressed, but deep down I know she digs Save the World by Swedish House Mafia. Anyway, the club entrance and patio were surrounded by water. They could totally do that in Toronto, I don't know why they haven't. Special shoutout to our awesome cab driver who we had for the whole night (Lisbon connections).
Swedish House Mafia - Save The World
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