i2018 - Portugal - Porto Nikon F50 - ISO 400 - no colour correction
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after almost two weeks on bikes and in tents we arrived in this beautiful city. we might have had a hotel reservation fall through… anyways, we managed to get an apartment online on short notice, though we had to wait a couple of hours to meet the landlord. living in your own muck is fine alright when your goal is a campsite. when having reached the end of the journey, i call it overrated. when he finally arrived it was the weirdest encounter: we - two really groggy, dirty dudes with huge bikes - wanted to clean up and lie down as quickly as possible, but this guy kept going on and on and on about how great this apartment was, when the house was built, that all the doors had been replaced, but not really replaced, made better, the interior decoration had been done by his ex, but his new girlfriend was way nicer, and anywho, how the location was amazing and really hip, that everything was to the highest standards. i might have had a slight sunstroke, but i simply could not cope with the waterfall of information rushing at me, because i only figured out later, when browsing the pamphlets lying on the kitchen table that he was selling the place. which i get even less tbh. how you could look at two guys stinking from bikepacking for days, and go, “yeah, those guys will definitely want to buy real estate” … “even before taking a shower”. anyway, now it’s a funny memory.
