after a relaxed day in and around Cascais marina spent breakfasting, bowsprit fitting (part II), victualling, showering, comparing notes/boats and blogging we spruce ourselves up and head for the bright lights of Lisbon. Unfortunately we get a rip off cab driver who double charges for the ride in his clapped out Mercedes - it had 1.6 million kilometres on the clock! He then takes us to Lisbon's equivalent of Oxford street for dinner then it's down to the docks for a couple of digestifs.
So disgusted I later fall off my chair, and off a terrace that the chair was perched on, so am top of the Mariposa injury table having sliced a chunk out of my toes in Leixos - a dubious privilege.
next stop Vilamoura