Some time back I left a link to this website in the comments but Hugo remembered me about this and I think it deserves its own post. It's pretty amazing, it considers every possible way to get from one point to the other by train, car or plane and lets you sort by time, price and carbon emissions. This is what I should do this Christmas.
Hoje fui a uma loja de artigos usados (também conhecida por loja da tralha) para comprar uma luz de cabeceira. Estava pelos cabelos de me levantar para apagar a luz antes de adormecer. Até porque para mim o principal objectivo de ler é cair para o lado de cansaço, K.O.! O problema é que todos os candeeiros que lá estavam eram simplesmente horríveis. Abajur de renda, base de latão. Vocês imaginam. Então, resolvi comprar um candeeiro muito foleiro de plástico e uma coluna de som avariada, tudo por 9€. Cheio de vontade cheguei a casa, montei tudo e tudo encaixou perfeitamente. O casquilho tinha duas partes que usei para prender a lâmpada à coluna e ficou mesmo fixe. Hem, tudo planeado, claro.
Agora só falta pensar na parte de cima. Pensei em dobrar um disco de vinyl para não levar com a luz nos olhos mas o preto deve tapar luz demais e por isso não é boa solução. Alguma ideia?
Stop complaining that I never post things about myself and what I'm doing. Here goes a photolog.
Work
Rome
Sailing
US
To my surprise, I found out that myxomatosis, the greatest responsible for the extinction of Iberian Lynx in Portugal, was initially deliberately introduced in Australia. It was an insignificant disease in Uruguay and because Australians had too many rabits, they decided to infect rabbits there. It then spread through out the world. When the fuck do we learn not to mess with the ecosystem????
Still with Penny Lane in my ears and in my eyes, I decided to give a name to the blog. Better late than never.
This weekend I went to Portugal but lost the flight on Friday. Really stupid because I thought that the flight was at 4pm and arrived to the airport at 2pm with a lot of time to waste. I started reading on the coffee shop until the flight time neared and then went in line to do the boarding area. I looked at the board and there wasn't my flight in there - uh-oh. Apparently the flight was at 1.40pm. Upss. Fortunately I found another cheap flight early morning in Bergamo, close to Milan. I had to do a 5 hour train trip and then sleep in the airport which reminded me of another story.
A couple of years back, I was going from Porto to Stockholm to meet some friends. I had a stopover in Liverpool so I arrived there around 9pm but my flight was in the next morning therefore I was going to sleep in the airport. I went out to catch some "fresh", ahem, air and was trying to return to the boarding area when the officer there tells me, - Sorry sire, your flight is tomorrow, and he looked at me like I was a lunatic. What would any Beatles fan do in this situation? A Beatles night tour with minus something degrees. Obviously.
It was a Friday night so the city was quite lively. I ate dinner somewhere, tried some pubs, had some beers, practiced the art of talking with strangers. I also went to The Cavern, looked around, saw the pictures but it was almost empty and I was very disappointed. At 2am, everyone was leaving to their homes and I was stuck in Liverpool, without buses to the airport and with a coat for Portuguese weather, I had left the warm clothes in the luggage deposit with my bag.
I decided to walk to warm up a bit and started going in the direction to the airport. The bus from the airport had taken 15 minutes to the city center and I though that wouldn't be a long time walking. I hesitated a bit but then I looked in the bus stop and I noticed two things. There were only 3 or 4 bus stops before the airport and one of them was in Penny Lane! I started walking, following the bus route. Who needs a map? The problem was that the streets were really long and there were many bus stops in each street, all numbered 1,2,...,7. After a long walk I arrived to Penny Lane, indeed there is a barber shop with photographs but, other than that, it's just a normal street. I don't know what I was expecting. I then tried to steal the street sign but someone thought of that before and they were very well stuck. No luck.
Kept walking to the airport and a few hours later I arrived there. Cold as hell, I crashed on the floor and slept. Don't listen to anything I say about tourism by osmosis.
You're reading my weblog. As it's being used with different intentions, this blog is trilingual. Posts about my life, travelling and other topics are mostly written in portuguese but ocasionaly also in english or italian. Research posts are written in english. Sorry for the mess, I'm trying to figure a way to automagically translate the content. Meanwhile, try to sort it out with the tags.
