Have arrived in the first really big city since leaving the UK a month ago. Walking through the streets we see a poor man with a terrible facial disfigurment. Think ‘Elephant Man’ and make it a lot worse…. I was too freaked to even look at the poor fella, let alone go up to him and give him the cash he was begging for. It bummed us out. Later in the day we saw a tourist (who I guess was a doctor) talking to him to see if there was anything he could do to help. It was touching.
We get back to the van to find that it has been broken into and some of our stuff has been pinched, including all my CD’s. DOH!
Needless to say, we preferred Porto to Lisboa.