Back at my local in Redfern, nsw… I.e. Sydney Australia. .. Friday nighr is live music and these guys are kinda countrified … the washboard is no good.. shaker would sound better.
Woolpack Hotel Redfern. .
Shuffle board @ the fat cat… w village nyc… The Fat Cat also has many pool tables, chess boards and 4 ping pong tables !!!
This is the ‘ceverjeria’ in the small village of Fajao in central Portugal. I was at the end of day 2 of my 7 day / 250k solo mountain biking trip and was very happy to find I could have a beer at the end of a gruelling & exhilarating day.
I met these guys who were on a week long walk through the Serra da Estrella - the nearby mountains - and they were from the town of Penela, not far away from Coimbra.
They spoke English and helped me order my dinner. They were getting into the Portuguese brandy and were excellent guys. They were also musicians which was very cool… We talked technology, music and travelling… It was a really nice encounter… One of many in Portugal.
80 cents a beer I might add…
June 3, 2012
MuchoMas, Oslo, 15 June 2012
After dinner drinks in Oslo, but before we went to the Parkteatret…
The point of interest here is that it is pretty quiet because people in Norway don’t go out until about 11pm (in Portugal it was abot 10)… Especially in Winter for the Norwegians… I didn’t understand why until I was reminded of how expensive booze is here, so they all sit around at home getting drunk much more cheaply before going out….
As you do…
PARKTEATRET in Oslo, 15 June 2012
I was in Oslo for the weekend, arriving on Friday, and my friend Karin took me out to a few bars in the more stylish end of Oslo. Part of the Harry Hole tour (although I don’t think Harry ever drank here!!)
This was a really good one which was an old theatre overlooking a park, hence the name. I really loved the modernist decor with the chairs, banque upholstery and light fittings etc all having a very Bauhaus feel, but not too hard edged. There was a little Japanese or some kind of art deco flavour in there too.
It was a very cool bar.
I should also point out that these pics were probably taken about 11.30pm at night!! Which was a complete novelty and it totally throws out your sense of time and appropriateness! Luckily it did get dark eventually, and I reckon I was home by 2am…
I don’t remember how much NOK it was for a pint…. I was trying not to think too much about it, but if you ever go to Norway…..watch out!
It started out at Favela Chik (pretty sure they could use a C somehow) and ended in my first real hangover of the trip (not pleasant)… Lots of samba dancing in between…. so many bars in Bairrio Alto, Lisboa…..
Wednesday night, June 13, 2012 Portugal
Not really a bar, more a pastelaria (bakery)… But I bet they would have given me a cerveja if I’d asked for one! You can see me peeking into the frame there
Bairrio Alto, Lisbon, Portugal
‘Paginas Tantas’, a jazz bar in Bairrio Alto, Lisbon… I arrived on Sunday and went here to check it out and listen to some jazz… It was a pretty quiet night so the barmaid was preparing cocksucking cowboys (or something) and margharitas to pit in the fridge for more busy nights… Thursday Friday Saturday apparently… Google translate says paginas tantas = ‘many pages’
Despite being quiet on Sunday, there were still a lotta people out on the streets when i went home…
Beer is still very cheap in Lisboa - compared to Sydney - but I still think fondly of those village ceverjerias of Beira Alta where I was paying 75 euro cents at one stage per beer!!
This is the cafe / bar at the bus station (Rodoviaria) in Coimbra, Portugal - the Neptune.
I was waiting for a bus to take me to Lisboa on Sunday 10 June because there was a train strike that day.
I had 3 coffees and 3 cervejas becasue I had 2.5 hours to wait. It cost 7.50 euros and the coffee was more expensive than the beer! But not by much. I sat at the bar, and i have to say, it was one of the best bus station bars I have ever been too.
There were two guys working the travelling crowd - the younger guy in the shirt and the older bloke leaning against the counter. He was fond of throwing in phrases in English when talking to his customers (the same way we might throw in phrases in French I thought)
