I like a good bridge. We live about a mile away from the longest one in Europe. It´s a strange, snaking, hump-backed sea monster of a bridge that shines brightly in the sun, or else fades mysteriously into the haze if it's raining or misty. I love going over it too, looking into the glistening water on either side, one day I´ll probably crash doing that. Especially as you get close to the far side where you can often see loads of flamingos.
Liza has a friend from Russia who moved to Portugal and his boyfriend is this incredibly bad-tempered French guy who just fucking flies off the handle at the smallest provocation. When he'd just moved here he gave us a lift home one time and we're on the motorway about a mile from our house driving down the river but he takes the wrong turn and gets funnelled towards the bridge, and then he can't avoid it and he's getting more and more annoyed, muttering under his breath and then just full on shouting and swearing. Cos from being a five minute journey, you gotta go over the whole bridge which is about 20k and then it comes out on the motorway and you can't turn round for some distance on that. One minute we are a couple of kilometres from home, then suddenly he's accidentally added an extra 60k to the journey and he's going fucking mental, just shouting the whole way with us sitting in the back trying not to piss ourselves. The prick.
It's quite nice to walk around at this end too, there is some quite nice scenery that feels very different in different weather.
