Tim and I found our hotel, one of the worst I have ever stayed in, I was glad the travel agent paid the 100 euros for the room. Tim and I had a blast exploring the netherreaches of Lisbon at night. In the GarÇa we nearly were eaten by gangs, we hired their dogs to fight for us though and made it out alive. The travellers house a block from the river offered a bed, luggage storage, a peculiar Dutch mate and a South Korean lady to tromp around with. Jaak, Miu, and I took the city wheels to the torre del Belem (Belem tower) with excellent views of the Golden Gate Bridge

…Now I am over the bridge, through Faro and in da Algarve, the souhern coast of Portugal. This is the DEAD week, and not the grateful. There is nothing going on. It is peaceful though, and I am enjoying meeting people of every nationality. I came to surf, though there is a storm killing the waves. Instead I visited a grotto (on the left) and to Cabo do Sao Vicente (on the right). Cabo do Sao Vicente is also known as the end of the earth, partly because it used to be the end when the world was flat, and partly because it is the last land all sailors see before deadpointing into the Atlantic.