The day that wasn't.
13.05.2011 35 °C
Yes I know I skipped day 21, I'll post it later!
Shane and I have decided that if no pictures are taken on our camera in a day, the day simply doesn’t exist. We took no pictures this day, so, this day really wasn’t.
Shane decided that it was a very good day to sleep in. I, on the other hand, think sleeping beyond 8 hours is a waste of time so I got up at 0700. I went downstairs with a huge bag full of laundry to stick in the machine at the hostel. When I got there I found another guy just sticking his laundry in. I went to sit down and wait for his to be done. He came out a minute later to say that he didn’t have the correct change, the machine only took 50 cent pieces, I could put mine in if I wanted. Of course I didn’t have 6-50 centeuros either. I walked around looking for change. After some time (and me telling him his laundry was in the dryer not the washer) his was done and I put mine in. While mine was going in the dryer broke.
Damn it! He took his to find a place to dry his laundry and hoped that before mine was done it might be fixed. Fat chance! He ended up hanging it in his window. I didn’t have that option however, because we had to check out at 1200 and we had a lot of laundry, more than would fit in a window. I took the wet laundry and tried to find a dry cleaning place the guy at the front desk told us. I walked for an hour trying to find it, up and down steep streets. I ended up back at the hostel with a bag of laundry still wet. Shane had finally gotten up (it was 1015) and was eating breakfast with our friend Philip, I went to sit with him and told him about our predicament. The guy at the front desk found another place to try. We both walked out the door and down the street until we reached the address. It wasn’t there. We walked back to the hostel, the guy at the front desk told us again it <b>really was there!</b> Shane went out and looked again, it wasn’t, it was only a tourist shop.
We got the computer out and look again for the dry cleaners. I went upstairs to pack our stuff (it was 1115) and Shane went to get the laundry dried. I packed, checked out and put our bags in the hostel’s storage room. Shane came back with a pack still full of wet laundry. They wanted 30 euros to dry the laundry. 3 euros per kg. And the pack had weighed 10 kgs. [Ok so a quick aside about this incident from Shane: So I found a place close by that Alyssa had told me about. They did full laundry service. After trying for like five minutes to explain to the Portuguese attendant that I simply needed the laundry dried, not fully serviced, another attendant who apparently spoke perfect english came out to help me. Ok awesome, I only need this dried. She explained,’It’s normally 7.5euros/kg to wash, but since it is only to dry then it will be 3euros/kg. You have 10kg, so 30euros.’ ‘But it’s in my pack and there is a bunch of other stuff in there too. And IT”S WET!’ So she took the laundry out and weighed it in a plastic bag. 8kg. ‘Ok so 24euros.’ I was laughing. Surely this was a joke. ‘Ok, how about I give YOU 10euros, you stick my laundry in the dryer for a half hour and we call it even.’ ‘I’m sorry, but I’m not an owner. I know this is a crazy amount, but I cannot.’...WOW!] We were done being upset, it was really funny to us, we laughed about it for a long time. We asked the guy at the front desk if they had somewhere we could hang it. He said they did and took us upstairs to the staff patio where there were laundry racks hanging from the rafters. We hung up all our laundry and went downstairs hoping the extremely hot day would dry it in time.
When we got back downstairs we ordered two large beers, we really needed them. While we were posting and updating the guy whose laundry had been in before mine, and who had lost his money in the dryer machine came to sit down. We chatted for a while while Shane was preoccupied by the computer. He was from the west coast of Australia and by the time he left (and introduced himself, his name was Mike) it was 1300.
Shane and I both knew we wanted bachlau one last time before we left Portugal so we consulted with David Lebovitz’s blog (the man knows what he is talking about.) We decided to go to Baro Alto and made the 20 minute walk (hike!) to the restaurant. It was so hot this day that we were both absolutely dripping with sweat by the time we got there. It registered 28 degrees, but in the hot Portuguese sun it felt like 35. We ordered some water from a waiter that was very unhappy to see us there at 1500. We tried the quesa (a fresh goat and sheep’s cheese) and bachlau a bres both of which were very very good. The waiter gave us the dirtiest look when we told him we were sharing but we just laughed, we’re almost beyond caring what the staff thinks, though a part of me still thinks it takes a little away from the experience when someone treats you badly. By the time we finished we were SO glad we shared because we had to roll out of the door we were so full.
On our way back we stopped at the post office to get stamps from the grumpiest post man in Lisbon, who though he spoke English didn’t say one word to us during the entire transaction. We also bought a large towel for sun bathing which we intend to use sometime quick. We copied the directions from the internet to various places we needed and gathered our laundry and repacked our bags. We left for the airport at 1700.
It took a while to find the correct bus, but with our bags and sweaty clothes we found it, and made it to the airport with plenty of time. Our flight was scheduled to leave at 20:20 (8:20pm) but when we got through security we noticed it had been delayed until 2300. We wandered around window shopping and had dinner in the cafeteria. We found our gate and hoped to get online to bide our time, but the internet was not working for anyone. At 2130 (after our plane had been delayed until 2330) an announcement was made that we (our flight) could get a free dinner, so we took advantage of that. We also bought two little bags of candy for later. We watched an episode of The Tudors (a tv show we recently downloaded) and then, very shortly after that was over, we ran (and pushed and shoved) our way inline to get onto the plane. Budget airlines do not assign seats in advance it’s totally first come first serve. As a result, to get seats together you have to be in front of the line. We managed to get on and sat down for our late departure (2345.)
We touched down in Milan after a quick flight (watching two more episodes of The Tudors, which is awesome!) at 0320.