4 days & 1,500 miles in a bus....

Day What??
Lisboa, Portugal...

I don't know which way is up, what day it is or what crazy timezone we're in! Possibly a good feeling, who knows! We hit Lisbon early this morning...Got things right the first time, and found myself a PORTUGESE TART. MMMMmmm...delicious. Managed a walk down to part of the harbour but we're quite a way from the old town.

Flashback: Daze of our lives...

We've been on the bus since Roma. After fleeing the Italians and the cocaine in the showers, we drink ourselves to sleep and wake up by the coast in Nice.

(c) The Burton

DB is on a mission for Moules Frites so Mark, The Things and I tag along for the ride. Rounds of Rose, mountains of mussels and buckets of brandy follow, and life takes on a rosy hue. 1,200 more miles in a bus? Piece of fucking cake. The master blaster hits the decks and soon we have an i-pod party in full-freeway-swing, JD, Dylan, DB & I rocking the house and the others fast joining in...the wine flows and the tunes are smokin'...





JD adopts a dog along the way - welcome to the nuthouse Max (a nod to the Tischler). We party until we can't keep our eyes open anymore...long after DB has stopped throwing faux-microphones on the bus floor in disgust.


Day 19: Spanish Motorways..

We wake up in Bilbao. So B buys me coffee & a tortilla in a cafe I've been to before. Back in my twenties. Ha! JD and I walk back to the submarine past le guggenheim...



...and soon after the kids hit the tourist trail with me at the lead...up the mountain, down the mountain in a funicular, through the cobbled streets in search of icecream and salad (more tortilla for me).





Back in the Submarine and we motor our way to Salamanca. Gunner our driver tells us it's a hotspot. He loves the student towns! Sam, JD & I make it to the Plaza - a beautiful floodlit piazza, and we feel proud that we've seen some of Spain. We're all kinda nutty and looking forward to stretching la legs in Lisboa...