From Saldanha I caught a metro to Picoas. The hostel was just steps away from the entrance. There were music videos playing in the lobby. The place was clean but less conducive to meeting people. A sudden shower started after I arrived. There was traffic chaos outside. I was glad I had taken the earlier bus. But I was hungry because I only had figs and walnuts for lunch.
I found my dinner at Alfaia. I chatted with a British couple at the next table. R and G were librarians from Wales, though G had turned to social work, but were quite adventurous and had been to Nepal. They were interested in the Internet especially and its effect on libraries. The trend towards economic rationalisation concerned them. I shared a drink and conversation with them in Baixa.
I got back to the hostel just before closing time. The Argentinian had also arrived, but fortunately wasn't in my dorm.
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