26th September - 2nd October 2004. Lisbon.

Sagres or Super Bock? Your lager of choice in Lisbon marks you out as either a salt-of-the-earth son-of-the-soil or a fat cat toff. Almost everywhere sells only one or the other so you rarely have to make the choice. Other ways of getting oblivious in Lisbon's steep, shiny-cobbled streets include Ginginha and Maceira. One tastes nicer than the other and has booze-saturated cherries in it, but both will give you a hankering for a long lie-in followed by a pastry hit followed by a siesta the next day.
A week off the moto, for a holiday with Naz and Kev and Marie.

*The Beach at Estoril!
*An Oceanarium!
*A ride on the Tourist Bus!
*A climb up to the castle for a view over the city!

It's quite literally all good.
On the first morning I see I've had the first theft of the trip; a cargo net and bike cover. My fault for leaving them on the bike.
N & K and me go for a night at Lux, Europe's most happening nitespot. Cameron Diaz doesn't show up, but we're joined by a great Portuguese lady who we all love and is far too lovely and nice for the grubby likes of us.

Sweaty panic exercise - riding an overladen motorcycle through Lisbon's tram-tracked, near-vertical streets. Wobble! Slide!