(written 22/3/2006 in Granada, España, by
Liz)
The next morning, we lay in our tent for a while, hoping the rain would stop before we got out. Eventually it lessened, and Tim went off to the shower block and I followed a while later.
We had breakfast at the camp ground restaurant, including pastel de natas and a big pot of tea, before traversing the flooded road outside the camp ground to get to the bus stop.
By the time the bus had turned up and then driven us into central Lisbon (the camp ground was about 6kms from the center), it was again raining heavily. We have water-proof jackets, but decided to buy ourselves an umbrella to try and keep us a bit drier.
This done, we then spent the morning trying to find replacement phone charger, camera charger, hard drive, clothes and so on, all of which were things that had been stolen. All this took up most of our morning, but at the end, we had a phone charger, an iPod charger, a memory card reader for our camera and some clothes. The main things we were now missing was a spare hard drive, and most importantly, a charger for our camera batteries.
The camera we have has its own specific battery, and as we want to capture as much of our honeymoon as possible, the charger is kind of essential at the moment. Unfortunately, because it is such a specific piece of equipment, it is not so easy to find. We looked in a couple of specialty electronic stores, and camera stores, with no luck. Poor Tim, who usually takes huge amounts of photos, was having to really think about which shots we wanted, because we didn't know when or where we may find a charger, or quite how long our batteries would last.
After all the shopping, it had finally stopped raining, so we decided to see some sights while we could.
We walked up some winding streets until we came to the city's castle, Castelo de São Jorge where we spent a while
admiring the views out over Lisbon and its harbour. Then we got a bit lost in the backstreets before it started raining heavily again. We found our way and went back downhill to find a warm spot to sit. After a beer each in a dry pub, we went back out into the rain, and found a little Indian restaurant called Ghandi Palace where we had delicious curries, pappadums and naans.
After dinner, it was still pouring rain, so we decided that we would catch the bus back to the camp ground and see how dry our tent still was.