My brilliant friend, old Dave Bowman decided to pay me a visit for my birthday and to run the London Marathon. So good seeing the old geezer again, top class guy. On a bit of a whim we decided to go to Portugal and Spain the next morning at 7am. Seemed like a good idea at the time, and it probably would have been if we had not had a bender the night before till 3 in the AM and then raced to Stansted only to miss our plane, have to pay some more money and catch the flight that night. We made the most of the day and had some wonderful mushroom risotto soup and visited the National museum. Jumped on the night flight, arrived in Porto and made our way into the city
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