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An early rise saw us get to the train station to formally begin the inter-railing part of our honeymoon. We were off to an odd; our labelled coach did not at first seem to exist, but then we eventually found the number 'merged' with another coach.
Of course, this seemed to result in at least 50% of the passengers fighting for seats, but it turns out the crazy numbering system was right (somehow) and that actually the seat fighting was caused by backpackers without reservations fighting their way onto seats and squatting until the last possible moment. i.e. when you shoved your reservation paperwork into their face, conquering any faux language barriers, and the threat of calling the conductors would finally force them to seek seats elsewhere. You can't blame them for trying, but at the same time, folks had queued and paid a lot of money for somewhere to park their bum. This was our first taste of a mentality which would dog us for the entire trip; fighting for your own seats against backpackers taking-a-punt.
After squeezing into our train cabin, we had an hour or two before we were told we had to swap trains. So began a comedy of errors as 300 odd passengers were treated to a game of guess-the-platform. After galloping up and down the station 3 times, we were finally seated and I decided that we had earned a drink. Noticing that this train was meant to have a bar, I asked Hazel if she could go get some wheat beers.
"I can't" she said.
"Because I'll get lost."
"Hazel; it's a train. There are two directions. Forwards and backwards. The bar is forwards, I keep seeing people coming back with beer. Off you go. You'll be fine."
Five minutes pass, and Hazel returns; without alcohol.
"I got stuck," she says, "behind a glass wall thing."
"A door?" I counter.
"No! I know what a door is."
"Well it isn't the end of the train is it? There must be something past this non-door-thing, else who is driving? We're not being pushed!"
Wearily, I get up and make my way to the mysterious glass obstacle, which turns out, was indeed a door... A quick haggle in pidgeon-german at the bar and I return with the beer.
This sort of set the tone for the rest of Germany; simple things made incredibly difficult; not entirely Germany or the trains fault, just as much Hazel and I getting used to going-mobile,not speaking the lingo or getting confused by doors.
We eventually arrived; late. We got the train instead of a tram, and so arrived at our hotel; late. We wanted food, but went to the only thing open that late, a pizzeria. However, they did do the fabled wheat beer, and our hotel was gorgeous. So much so, that if we ever go back, I'd stay there again in a heartbeat.
All in all a tiring day, but well worth it. No pain, no gain, and all part of what we signed up for.
Amsterdam Cats, Canals, Flowers and Thunderstorms!
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A trip to the cat museum turned out to not have so many actual cats, but we still enjoyed it. Our first of only two tastes of rain justified the raincoat's place in our luggage... Had we not left said raincoats in the hotel. Sheltering from the storm in a flower market then saw us take a nice stroll up the squares and streets of the city until we found a boat tour.
Taking in the scenic views from the water proved to be thirsty work, and so we ended up in another fantastic brewery/pub. We loved Amsterdam, and I dare say we shall return in the near future. Next; our INTER-RAILING BEGINS!...
After an early morning drive, a flight, and a train, we get to our hotel. After taking an hour for them to work out how to open the door... We finally got out and hit the Jazz, Canals, Breweries and Red Lights...
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I'm pretty glad to say that Day 7 was the only day in which I really suffered any severe hangover. It was getting close to the end of our time in Portugal and so we had obviously gone to town a bit! I was suffering more than Hazel and spent most of the morning on the couch feeling sorry for myself. I wasn't really feeling hungry either (despite not having food the night before) and I wasn't even tempted by Hazel's Breakfast-Biscuit-Surprise (pictured; looks great doesn't it?) - However this all changed when we finally ventured out to the much recommended Brazilian BBQ.
At first we were daunted as we were the only people in this huge cavernous restaurant. But the owners quickly reassured us the food was good to go and we were treated to a non stop conveyor belt of grilled steaks, sausages, chicken wrapped in bacon, fries, black beans and rice. Funnily enough, I felt much better after that!
So apologies again for there not being many pictures of this particular day (I'm sure some video will turn up) but trust me; the food made this a highlight of the entire Algarve experience!
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This was where we turned the Honeymoon up to 11. Heading into Lagos for midday saw us jump on a boating cruise around the rock formations in the area, with a rather friendly tour guide. Having worked up an appetite we returned to the Tapas place we had found previously. If it isn't broke, don't fix it right? Heading back in the car, we chilled out before preparing ourselves for a return to Luz and a few drinks...
The plan was to get a nice meal at a restaurant we had eaten at on Day 02, but as we were leaving one of the bars (the one where I am wearing the 'bowler hat') we bumped into an English couple from up the road in Rochdale. They helped us out by taking a picture with both Hazel & I in a frame, and upon hearing that we were newly weds, insisted on buying us a few drinks whilst we had a natter. Most kind and incredibly friendly. :-)
The upshot (or downshot?) of all this meant we were a bit light in the stomach department and so the drink went rather quickly to our heads. Instead of heading straight to the restuarant, we decided to nip into the cocktail bar next doors (Clive's) for a few Pina Coldadas. And that's where it all gets a bit fuzzy. Honestly, the reason I take pictures on nights out is so as to know where I've been. I can just about remember up to the Jager-Bombs Hazel and I had, (picture sequence in the album!) and then... A proper hangover on Day 7...
A full day, with brilliant people, hospitality, food and drink. Portugal; thank you!
So, five full days in, we set out mid afternoon to consume large qunaitites of sunshine, cocktails and food. And we did ourselves proud. A short walk into nearby Luz, sampling most of the establishments on the way, followed by a bus trip back to the Burghau Bar from the previous day. Once we arrived, Live Music, great grub, and moonlight pictures... A brilliant day out, well worth the resulting hangover...
...but not worth Hazel's kitchen 'experiments' made with whatever we had left lying around in the kitchen. Rice, Apple, Croissant & Toast surprise anyone?