Canals and flamingos

Ola peoples

I am currently in the mountains in nothern Portugal and it is bloody beautiful! For the next 8 days I'll be learning to ride horses in the mountains. I plan to be a proper rider by the time I'm back home dammit!

Anyways, let me think...

Oh yes, I was in Coimbra in a 1920s hotel and yes it was charming and yes it was different. But no I didn't have a great time. There was only WI-FI in the common areas which meant other people. Fuck other people! I'm over the bastards!

IF YOU ARE IN A COMMON AREA USE YOUR FUCKING HEADPHONES!!!!

And yes I am talking to you 50+ year old bitch who pretended like you didn't know I was speaking to you!

Honestly what the fuck is wrong with people. What the hell makes you think anyone wants to listen to the video or music you are listening to. If you do this I immediately don't like you and hope bad things will happen to you. Not the reiki way but you know what, I'm human and I've fucking had it up to the back teeth with rude pricks!

Besides that Coimbra was nice. Not anything amazing but it was small and pretty and had a pretty good museum.

Found this in Coimbra

After Coimbra I caught the train to Aveiro (pronounced Ah-vay-roo) and that has got to be my favourite place in Portugal! Although these mountains are a very close second.

Aveiro is small and although touristy it wasn't busy. It is built among a series of canals and has boats similar to gondolas which were used for the fishing, seaweed, and salt trade. I was lucky enough to be the only one on my boat tour!

I also made a friend at the hostel I stayed in and we went to Costa Nova (the beach) together. Was way to cold to go for a dip but we did get drinks and dessert at a beach side cafe where some very fine looking waiters worked.

Oh we also saw the tallest lighthouse in Europe, and a cute little green and white lighthouse that made me happy.

Was so good for the soul to be at the beach again!

Gotta get that insta pick

On my last day in Aveiro I walked to the university in search of flamingos. I mentioned during my boat tour that I liked flamingos and the guide told me to go to the university so I can see them walking around. I actually found them in the salt flats behind the uni and they were awesome! They kind of look like the gawky awkward cousins of swans.

In the Venice of Portugal

Then after that I caught the bus back to Porto where I had the shittest night so far! Rant ahead.

Now I always sleep in hostels with my eye mask and ear plugs because I know it's a shared space and it's going to be noise and people coming and going. But that night was truly fucking over the joke!

There were 2 young frat boy American pricks staying in the same room I was in (and it was a full room and very small!). So, it's 4.30 in the morning and everyone is now tucked up in bed sleeping. These two mongrels come barging in opening the door wide open and standing in the doorway having a conversation loudly like it's the middle of the day. They go in and out repeating this until they finally leave on the third time and leave the door wide open!

Apparently no one else woke up and they didn't give a shit about me waking up and peeking (read glaring) down at them from my top bunk by the door. I climbed down and close the door and dead bolt the cunt because fuck em!

But they must've got a staff member to let them in because they come back and settle into bed this time. OK, whatever, at least they're going to sleep and shutting the fuck up...

NOPE! One of the pricks has the bunk below mine and he decides now is the time to make a phone call and talk like he's in the privacy of his own home. I fucking had it! I had to use my driving voice (that's what one of my ex's called it) and told him "DUDE TAKE YOUR PHONE CALL OUTSIDE!"

Old mate hung up that phone quick smart and I didn't hear another peep out of him.

I then spent the next 40 minutes thinking about stealing there shoes and tossing them in the toilet and flushing them until they were soaked. Or locking their shoes in my storage locker and just leaving my lock behind, I can always buy another one. Or using my pocket knife to slice their shoes apart.

Why their shoes?

Because they were lying out in the open and easy to steal and fucking with their shoes would've really inconvenienced them!

But no I didn't give in to this (justified) urge. I believe in karma and I didn't want to rack up any bad karma. And it's also not my place to dole out bad karma.

But fuck me if the urge wasn't consuming me like a bush fire.

In conclusion, fuck those pricks! That kind of behaviour is the highlest level of cunt breed!

On a boat tour in Porto

I'm all good now though. I am in the mountains with a beautiful Portugese family that runs the horse riding business and my first lesson on a gorgeous horse named Atmo was so much fun! He's so sweet natured and he had some nerve damage to his lower lip so it hangs down like he's forever going "duhhhhhhh' which I find adorable. He also need to use a different kind of bridle because he can't use a bit so I get some different kind of experience under my belt.

After this retreat I'm in Toulouse in southern France doing some aerial silks and lyra!

Ciao