No money and
Lisbon Travel Blog› entry 8 of 12 › view all entries
May 19th, 2009 – by: joyrathod
The metro stations are simply beautiful. A lot of the stops that we passed on the red and green lines had tiled artwork due to licences that were given to major Portuguese artists and ceramicists to decorate the system's stations. We exited at the Rossio station and both wanted to wander around a bit before finding a hostel. about 30 minutes later we were both hungry, so we picked a nice restaurant to stop in to eat. The owner knew Portuguese, Spanish, and English. I barely know two languages! He showed us the steak of the day, and it looked good, so that's what I ordered along with a beer. Vlad ordered a sandwhich and a beer. The steak arrived and as I dug in, it was great.
On to more immediate concerns, with our belly's full and our pallets quenched; we were on our quest to finding shelter. We walked towards to water because I knew that there was an information center. I stepped inside and asked if they understood English. She replied to me "Of course, we are an information center." Feeling rather stupid, I asked for a map and a list of hostels, which she kindly handed over. We noticed that the list she gave me showed a bunch of hostels on Av.
The older gentleman spoke spanish, so Vlad did all of the talking. 35 Euro for one night and all I had was 30 Euro and some change.
Denied, but I thought nothing of it and we tried another one. Denied still. Vlad thought maybe they weren't world banks, but that didn't make sense to me since we were in the touristy district. But based on his idea, we tried bank of Santander which is a large, multinational bank... still Denied! I knew I had money in the bank, maybe I was trying to take too much? I tried 200 Euros, 100 Euros, 60 Euros, and even 20 Euros. Nothing worked. Defeated, we headed back to the Hostel. The nice gentleman wasn't so nice. He wanted his five Euros and was ready to kick us out if we didn't cough it up. I pulled out all the change I had, which was 3 Euro and some change. He said that tomorrow, we owed him 40 Euros.
Being late at night and Neither of us not knowing where the nearest phone house was, I decided to call Bank of America from my Iphone and the ridiculous $2.
We paid for the remainder of the current night and next and were off to find some bars. We went back to where we heard and saw people. Apparently, it's legal to drink outside of the bars in Lisbon, and the bars gladly offer plastic cups if you want to do that. It's a really cool concept. You walk around, find a bar with cool music or people standing outside, go in grab a drink, and then hang out outside.
The bars close at 2AM, but Vlad wanted to keep going, so we asked some guys we saw what was still open. They started talking to us and realized that we weren't locals (i.e. easy targets). We played along. One kept asking me to talk in Portuguese thinking i might be Brazilian and messing with them. At one point he even said, "Don't talk to me in English." To which I responded, "I can talk to you in another language, you just won't understand me." It was obvious to us they weren't going to tell us what was still open where we could drink and it was obvious to them that we were street smart and onto them. So eventually we all got bored and went our separate ways, us to our hotel rooms and who knows where they ended up that night.
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