A night @ Portugal

I spent almost more than 6 months without having the pleasure of going out in Portugal. Taking the opportunity that I am here for X-mas to visit my family and friends, I was challenged to make a by night in Cascais with the rhythm of Warsaw... Actually, I had this thought since I started the bohemian life I am having currently in Poland.

The warm up I will not tell you what I did because it is quite embarrassing. Then, I went straight to Lisbon. It is impressive how many guys go out at night in Portugal. And the girls that go out as well, hummm, I do not even want to comment on that. Moreover, I think I am becoming more polish than ever, enrooting their thoughts and beliefs in my veins. I tell you this because I am becoming very racist and xenophobic. And Portugal is changing to a multiracial and multicultural country, losing all its identity and welcoming all shit from all the countries around. It sounds like US, the toilet of the world. To tell you the truth I feel unsafe here. At least in Poland, you have the white apes and you more less can expect what will go on, but here, expect the unexpected, and here people are like a band of chacals, where the number of members is what really matters and the courage not.

After all this, the best was to go back to Portugal and go straight to Cascais, to a place called Jezebel Club. In modern usage the name of Jezebel is used to as a synonym for a hussy or controlling whore. Well, at a first glance, the name of the club can be quite appealing, but it is not. Nevertheless, I have to say we had an entrance of kings. One of my friends knows the doorman, so we were not waiting outside more than 1 min, when the cue was numbering more than 100 people waiting to enter.

First thing that popped up into my mind, BOTTLE. I ordered a bottle of Vodka and the barmaid ask me in what name should the bottle stay with. Only in Portugal people buy a bottle just to get in clubs and the bottle sometimes stays there for 6 months undrinkable… what a waste!!! So I answered her back that the bottle will be drunk all night or the rest should stay for some pecker woods that are always waiting for somebody to pay them a drink. I bought a bottle of Vodka that according to the barmaid it was one of the best in the world and they best they had in the club. Well, it is her job to try and sell her products but I have to say that hangover is the best evaluator of the quality of the drinks. I have to say that I do not remember in the recent future to feel as bad as I was on the following day. In Poland, for half of the price I have better vodka which will not give me an hangover such as that one.

Second thing that popped into my mind, girls. The eternal question of how to meet Portuguese girls in clubs is still unsolved. Nobody is dancing, nobody is having fun, and everybody is more interested to compare and to watch what other people are doing. It simply SUCKS. People look like some crash test dummies with a straw stucked up in the ass and partying like zombie puppets. Nothing that I was not expecting. And what even pisses me off is that is always the same people, the same faces, the same scenes, etc. I thought one of the best marks of mankind is evolution and development but here it seems that the time stopped. It is sad but it is true.

Fortunately, I do not live here anymore and what is great is that I will return to Poland in a couple of days. The reverse side of the coin is that I cannot take my family and show them what the world can offer to us. I would like to emphasize is that I am not saying that Poland is the best country to live in, but is better than staying here…