8 Essential Apps for Backpackers

We’ve all seen it when we’re in a hostel. Whether it’s in the dorm, the bar area or anywhere the wi-fi connects properly, people are unwinding with their phones in their hand, their headphones in as they video chat or their eyes glued to their iPad mini as the scroll down their Facebook newsfeed.

Our smart devices are full of apps to keep us amused and in touch with people around the world. A simple tap can tell us the weather in Seoul, the price of a new backpack or the history behind the La Sagrada.

I’m pretty basic when it comes to apps, especially when I’m travelling. I like to keep my phone for a quick snap rather than a snapchat, but there are definitely a few apps that I like and think are important. Here are my top 8 essential apps (in no order) that I usually have before I pick up my backpack and start traveling.

XE Currency Converter
I’ve never been good at converting currency in my head, so I always makes sure I have this app ready to go. It’s up to date for over 100 currencies and works offline with the most recent rates. I’ve used it every time I’ve travelled and it’s super handy if you’re on a budget and need to work out if you can afford those last shots at the bar!

Shots or dinner? Shots!

Shots or dinner? … Shots!

WhatsApp Messenger
There are so many apps that you can use to communicate with your friends and family around the world, but WhatsApp is definitely my favourite. It’s so quick, it never freezes and pretty much everyone has it. I’ve tried a few different ones, such as Tango and Viber, but I always go back to WhatsApp because I find it the most reliable.

When I'm WhatsApping my sisters :P

When I’m WhatsApping my sisters :P

Google Maps
Ah, Mr Google Maps. If it wasn’t for you I’d probably be in a small town growing vegetable garden.
Google Maps is great because you can save maps for offline use. All you have to do is search for that hostel in Lima, type ‘OK MAPS’ in the search and once you arrive there, just open the app up and the map will be saved for you so you can navigate your way. Also, it’s great to save a map before you head out from your hostel, just so you know your way back to the area.

Google Maps is great for looking up certain places such as malls, restaurants, stations, etc. Just type the keyword in the search, such as ‘bar’, and the closest ones will come up! That Pisco Sour is closer than you expected, isn’t it?!


I always keep Sky Scanner in my apps and have used it a few times to book flights. It’s a great app to have because sometimes flights may be really cheap, especially if you’re in Europe/UK. You can find some sweet deals and may even be more efficient than catching a train or a bus! Don’t disregard flights if you’re on a budget, cos sometimes they can be better for you. The 2-hour plane journey for 30 quid over the 24-hour bus for 15 quid may work out in your favour!


Whichever one you chose, having a hostel-booking device is handy if you’re fluking your trip and haven’t booked all your accommodation. I never book all my accommodation and usually only do max 3 days. Having this app will allow you to easily look up hostels, read reviews, see prices and just work out which one is the best for you.

Speaking from personal experience, the app is also good in emergency situations, like when you have no accommodation for the night. You just jump on and start looking for a place to sleep. Being super efficient, it’ll inform you very quickly about the availability and if you’ll have a bed that night or not! I sadly could not find a dorm that night and had to resort to a hotel . . ew! :P

We all need somewhere to sleep!

We all need somewhere to sleep!

After buying an iPad, I realised that I no longer need a physical copy of a book because I could just download them. With an app like iBooks/Overdrive, I’m able to read my books anywhere and through any device such as my iPad, iPhone or Mac. I used to be against reading books off devices because I loved the feel of a tangible book, but I’ve now realised how convenient it is to have them on your device! With iBooks, you can sample the book first so if you don’t like it, you can delete it. With Overdrive, you actually borrow the book from your local library, which is super handy. Also, there are heaps of free books and it also saves you carrying some weight, such as those extra big books like the classic backpacker novel of 944 pages, Shantaram.

Bye bye book!

Bye bye book!

I wish I had heard of Evernote sooner! It’s one of those apps that is fun to play around with because you can store so many kinds of things on it. If you have important tickets, documents, directions, etc, they can all go in a special travel folder so they are easily accessible. Evernote can also be used as a diary so you can record places you’ve been with the use of pictures, videos and writing. You can create multiple notebooks and just store whatever you like in it, from articles and webpages to ideas and inspiration. Evernote is super fun and can be time consuming, so it’s good for long journeys and lazy nights in with your laptop.

Perfect for those lazy hungover arvos

Perfect for those lazy hungover arvos

Rail Planner (for Europe)
For anyone who is going to backpack Europe by train, this will be your lifeline. The rail planner app has the whole timetable for the trains in Europe. My favourite thing about this is that it works offline, so you don’t need a wi-fi connection to see when the next train from Berlin to Cologne is. The app tells you each stop your train will make, and whether you need a reservation or not. It also tells you if there is a restaurant on board so you can save your final Francs on a beer as you head towards your next destination.

Unfortunately you can't stop the weirdos from sitting near you!

Unfortunately you can’t stop the weirdos from sitting near you!

What are some of your must have apps when traveling? Feel free to share them below!

Things I’ve Learnt Going Into My Early 20s

So it’s almost been two weeks since I’ve graduated and in the time of finishing high school four years ago, going to university, travelling the world and entering my early 20s, there were many life changing moments that took place. I can definitely say that the past four years have impacted the person I am today and everything that happened was for a specific reason. Out of the many lessons that I’ve learnt along the way, here are a few of my favourites that I really believe in.

Accepting Yourself

From the good, the bad to the ugly, accept everything about you. I think this is the first step in shaping yourself into the person you want to be. Accept the bad choices you’ve made in the past and let it go. Celebrate the achievements in your life because you deserve it. By knowing who you are and acknowledging your imperfections, you start to realise that you are important and do deserve to smile every day!

Flaunt it!

Flaunt it!

Letting Go of Fake Friendships

When you’re putting 90% in a relationship and the other person is putting 10%, you gotta let it go. If two people want to make a relationship work, they’ve got to both put in just as much as each other. After backpacking, I truly realised who my real friends were and I stopped wasting time on people who only ever spoke to me when it suited them or when they saw me doing well. Being able to now count my close friends on one hand, I also let go of negative people who would bring me down with pessimistic ways and toxic choices. By doing this, I was able to focus on people who actually cared about me instead of wasting my time on those who didn’t.

Laters, haters!

Laters, haters!

Lovin’ the Special Peeps

When I was backpacking through Europe, I experienced some extreme homesickness, which made me realise how important particular people in my life are. I learnt that it’s so vital to make sure you show love to those around you who deserve it. With life being so short, you never know what’s going to happen so make sure you always tell the main people in your life why they’re special to you! Whether it’s a dinner night, a super long hug or just a simple email about your day, there are many ways to say I love you! Someone may be saying it to you and you’re not even realising it.



Get Cultured

This is probably my favourite. Experiences, adventure and just soaking up being this age is something I hold close to my heart. Every time I go travelling, I always come back with new knowledge and a new love for life. The things that exploring the world can teach you are unlike any other, and the way it makes you feel is indescribable. You realise how much there is out there and how many ways there are to live. Go out there and meet new people, eat new things and discover a new way of thinking.

Where to?

Where to?

Financial Organisation

Have a savings account! Ever since I’ve been working, I’ve made sure I’ve had some sort of savings, and usually it goes towards my travelling. Plan out your money so you know where it’s going. I know it’s fun going out and getting on the piss with your uni/work mates at your favourite club, but imagine saving that money for a couple weeks and doing it all in Barcelona on the beach with a sexy European? Money is fun to spend, but I’ve learnt to always have a little extra for things you’re working towards and emergency situations. I mean, what happens if you end up in a hospital in America and come back to a $2000 hospital fee? Not fun, I tell ya. #savingsbro

Make it rain all the way to the bank!

Make it rain all the way to the bank!


Work hard towards something. Write your goals out, look at them every day, and let that be your motivation to succeed in your life. They can range from anything like ‘save $xx money this month’, ‘backpack South America next March’, ‘do 100 squats by Tuesday’, etc. These goals will motivate you to just keep going and to push through the hard times you may have. When you finally reach that goal, all the hard work will be so worth it.

The feeling of reaching goals! ^

The feeling of reaching goals! ^

The Culture Shock of Home

You’re on the plane about to go home after your incredible travel journey. You start reminiscing about all the things that you went through and smile. Just like that it’s over.

Exhaustion sweeps over you as you get off the plane. You walk extremely fast to go through immigration but the tourist in front of you has a million boxes of rice noodles and just won’t budge. Finally, you walk out of what feels like a claustrophobic space, (aka, your mind). This is the moment. It’s like a red carpet event and you’re about to make your big entrance. Walking down the departure strip, you scan faces for your loved ones.

“Ah, I swear if they aren’t here, I’m gonna kill them! I said 8:45am!!!” Finally, your eyes meet as you run towards each other .The welcome home balloon gets in the way as you hold on so tight with your face buried in their neck.


That excitement of being home lasts a little while. That’s until you realise that everyone has gotten on with their lives. You show photos and they ask how your trip was, and after that it’s like no one really cares anymore. You’re home, you’re safe and they’re back in their work office waiting to heat up last nights dinner for lunch.

People talk about the culture shock of arriving into a new country, but not many people talk about the culture shock of returning home. It is actually a thing, and closely linked to post holiday depression. The transition can be somewhat strange. You miss your backpacking buds and want to be exploring with them. You think about all the crazy nights and how nothing here at home could ever compare. A part of you almost feels like you don’t belong at home anymore because you’ve left your heart in so many other places.

The thing with going home is that everything is still the same. It’s you who has changed and become a different person. You feel like no one can understand the things you tell them because they weren’t there, but old mate José from Columbia who’s a hundred miles away would completely get it. You then jump on his Facebook and stalk the pictures he’s taken as he continues travelling through.

The adjustment is hard. You don’t want to become a robot stuck in the norms of society, but you need money to get away again and experience these crazy wanderlust things. So, as you heat up last nights dinner for lunch in your office, you think about José from Columbia and smile. You open up SkyScanner and contact him through that annoying Facebook messenger app.
“Hola, José! So I’m thinking South Africa next Summer. Wanna come?”

The culture shock and post holiday depression slowly sinks away as you begin to free fall back into the routine of that everyday life … but never for long ;)

Once the travel bug bites, there is no antidote & i KNOW i shall be happily infected for the rest of my life.

“Once the travel bug bites, there is no antidote & I know I shall be happily infected for the rest of my life” – Michael Palin

The Hoi An Hype

Every backpacker I met in Vietnam spoke fairly highly of Hoi An, so I guess you could say I was pretty excited to get there. What exactly was the hype about, you ask? Well, Hoi An is one of those towns where you could spend forever and be content with the most simple life. You wouldn’t need any of those material things, because Hoi An doesn’t revolve around any of that. It’s so relaxed with never ending amounts of things to do that your social media accounts will be the last thing you’ll be checking.

Being a UNESCO World Heritage site, the old town is one of the best I have seen in all my travels (..yes, I went there). With peaceful lanterns that fill up the streets and the river, the town creates this vibe that makes you really feel a sense of appreciation. Being fairly small (and absolutely gorgeous), the old town in Hoi An is manageable by foot whereas the actual city is good to be explored with a bicycle as it’s not as crazy as HCMC or Hanoi (yikes!), so there’s less chance of you being hit by a thousand motorcycles! Usually people have been to either Hanoi or Ho Chi Min before heading to Hoi An, so the change in traffic is absolutely refreshing! You’re actually able to cross the road without fearing for your life!

Away from the traditional streets of the old town, Hoi An offers a beautiful strip of white sandy beach, which is the perfect place to unwind and cure that hangover from the night before. With some amazing seafood joints lined up by the water, some barbequed shrimp and a cold Huda beer is the ideal combination to have you recover in an instant! Also, going on a weekday, you’ll find the beach to be empty which allows time for a peaceful nap just before the sunsets ever so gracefully by the gentle waves.

Lazy Hoi An days!

Lazy Hoi An days!

Sapa Trekking

It was a 12-hour night train from Hanoi to Sapa. One of those trains where the toilet is a metal hole in the ground so you have to squat like a sumo wrestler. My squatting skills aren’t that great at 3 in the morning, so you can imagine what happened. Going in the the bathroom with only socks on, I slipped on the urinated floor and almost fell into the hole. Unable to sleep after that horrific experience, I was fairly exhausted when we arrived. With the mini van pulling up to our hotel, we were swarmed with the traditional women of Sapa. I felt famous and a little overwhelmed. Is this what paparazzi is like? I hid behind my friend as we made our way up the stairs to freshen up and have a big breakfast.

Sapa ladies making conversation. . "where you from?" is the lure!

Sapa ladies making conversation. . “where you from?” is the lure!

The trek began a couple hours later. Leaving the hotel, the women followed us on the trail trying to make small conversation so we buy something off them. I found it so amazing that they would do the same track in little flip flop shoes, and we were huffing and puffing in our sneakers. Every time we’d stop to appreciate the view, it just got more beautiful each time. It was like a staircase of different shades of green that made you feel like you were in another world. Every time I get to a place like this, it always reminds me why I travel. It’s to experience those small moments that make you realise how much there is out there and how insignificant material things are.

Pictures just don't do complete justice!

Pictures just don’t do complete justice!

We trekked for two days, did a home stay where we drank rice wine and slept on mattresses on the floor where a huge spider got comfortable next to my bed. I woke the next morning unsure of where he had gotten! Maybe I accidentally ate him in my sleep…

Sapa trekking was one of the best things I have ever done. I’m not the fittest person, so something like this was painful, but so worth every second. I fell about four times and by the end, I was covered in mud and dirt, but I still felt so fresh and alive. It’s one of those things you can’t explain to the full extent, you just have to experience it for yourself. The haggle of the Sapa ladies, the rice fields, the fresh water rivers, the pain in your body and the beautiful views all blend together to create one of the most memorable experiences ever.

These shoes are gonna be fun to clean back home!

These shoes are gonna be fun to clean back home!

Castaway Craziness – Halong Bay to Hanoi, Vietnam

I should have known it was going to be messy when they said there were 80 backpackers signed up to the Castaway tour. We gathered together at the hostel with our colourful sombrero hats and got ready for the three-hour bus ride to Halong Bay. With nothing else to do as we waited for the boat to take us in, the shot gunning of beers began at about 11:00 am and didn’t stop for 48 hours.

Finally getting on to the big boat, which was the accommodation for the night, the party continued and everyone had become friends. One of the first activities of the day was kayaking. Being extremely keen and quite drunk, I jumped in with one of my new American friends. We kayaked through little caves and strolled through the water so peacefully. I started feeling really enlivened, when I decided that I wanted to jump off the kayak. With a beer in my hand, my denim shorts still on and my phone in my bikini top, I jumped straight into the water.

Beautiful Castaway Island!

Beautiful Castaway Island!

After what was too late, I came to the realisation that my phone was in my top and quickly pulled it out. It was soaked but I didn’t care at that moment because my beer had gone and that was more disappointing. One of the guys held on to it as I tried to get back into the kayak but pulled too hard, filled it with water and tipped it over. I swam over to another kayak as the Dutch girls tried to help me on but I accidentally tipped that one as well.

As I had become the girl who tipped kayaks, everyone agreed that I should just stay away from them, so I held on to a rope in the water as they dragged me back to the boat. Climbing up the ladder to get in, I didn’t realise the distance from the top ladder step to the floor of the boat. Jumping and landing horribly wrong, I smashed my knees and forehead extremely hard, which ended up in excruciating pain for the next few days.

I couldn’t believe that it had only been a few hours into the trip and I had tipped two kayaks, destroyed my phone and smashed my knees! Eek! The day continued and the party got wilder. We drank, ate and played ridiculous drinking games that ended up with people’s arses on fire, clothes swaps, and awkward licking behaviour (…guilty).

Crazy drinking games!

Crazy drinking games!


With day two starting at 7am, everyone was hanging badly as we made our way to Castaway Island. I woke up with a pain so bad in my knees; I actually thought I had broken something. Also, I could feel the flu approaching with a sore throat that made alcohol unbearable. I spend the day relaxing and put off drinking until 3:00pm, which was late for the Castaway crew.

Getting a few vodka redbulls in me, my sick feeling had disappeared and I was ready to party again. We mingled, played some more games and had a huge party on the island. Towards the night, the planktons had come out into the water so everyone went for a night swim to check them out.

With the Halong Bay experience coming to an end, we arrived back in Hanoi the following night. Just looking at everyone’s faces, it was like they had been hit with a bat. Deciding that I wanted a quiet night, I checked into my room and had a much-needed shower to wash of all the regret from the past two nights. Heading down the bar for what was meant to be a quick bite to eat and one drink, I ended up at a Vietnamese rave drinking chronic mixes of strong liquor.

The Vietnamese rave was pretty impressive. Set in an outdoor area with strip poles and foam machines, the DJ controlled the crowd with her sweet mixes of local and Western music through the early hours of the morning.
Feeling completely knackered, I only lasted a couple hours before I headed back to my dorm and had a much needed rest before doing it all again the next night!

Viet DJ going off!

Viet DJ going off!

I’m Bored . . Let’s Go To Vietnam

I was overcome with that feeling as I stood in line to check in my backpack. It’s that feeling that I can’t describe. As the attendant hands me my boarding pass, that feeling boils like a pot of stew. Then walking through the tunnel to get on to the plane; that is when the eruption of excitement, nerves and happiness begins because I’m actually about to do this crazy, spontaneous thing. It’s when I realise that this is what I was born to do.


I booked my flights to Vietnam one week ago. I don’t even think I realised that I booked it until I went to bed and thought, “oh shit, I guess I’m going to Vietnam on Monday”.

A lot of things led me towards this spontaneous trip. In a nutshell, the biggest thing would have to be disorientation. Everything happened so quickly when I got back from Europe and I was thrown into situations, which I thought I wanted, but I didn’t. Months past and one day it suddenly hit me that I needed a positive change of direction.

People think that quitting something is weak, but it actually isn’t. If you quit something because it’s not for you, then it shows strength. It’s society’s rules that make people question their decisions. It’s really simple though. If you don’t like something, then change your attitude. If that doesn’t work, then change the entire situation.

The past five months that I’ve been home have been exhausting. I haven’t had time to just take a moment and actually realise what I was doing. I lost motivation to write or do anything, and was stuck in a rut. I can gladly say that I am now 100% back to my old self, and could not be happier. I’ve overcome all the physical, emotional and mental things that I was going through and have come out so much stronger and so motivated to work on my career and my life.

So just a bit of advice to everyone as we embark on this Vietnamese journey together. . Do whatever the fuck you want in life. People always ask me why I go here, how I go, don’t you have to work, blah blah blah. I seriously just do what I want, it’s truly that simple guys. People don’t realise how precious life is. I’m not going to sit back and wait for things to happen for me. I’m not going to wait for the ‘right’ moment. What is the right moment? If you wait for that, you’ll be waiting forever.

Wanderlust: a strong desire to travel.

Wanderlust: a strong desire to travel.

The End of The Eurotrip

I never thought I’d be the girl searching for the 1 penny that she dropped on the ground as she rummaged through her beaten down Mimco wallet for the correct change to give the restaurant. Oh damn, now he’s delivered my beverage and poured it into my glass while putting one arm behind his back. He flashed a beautiful smile and walked away. Ah, does this mean I have to tip him now? I guess I better fumble through and see what I can dig up. How’s 1 Euro? Ah, but I was saving that for a congratulatory beer tomorrow night. Shit, I’m so poor. Maybe it’s a good thing that I’m nearly home.


I guess its goodbye Europe. We had some good times, didn’t we? Just thinking back to Granada, Hvar, The Greek Islands. . It’s like a distant memory now.

I look out the window as the plane slowly drives on the runway in Helsinki. It’s covered in beautiful white snow, which is amazing because through the whole trip, I hadn’t seen snow properly, until I left my hostel. As I leave to slowly make my way home, snow is falling and I’m greeted with beautiful pale scenery that I will never forget.

What are the chances that on the last day of my Eurotrip, I see snow! -Helsinki, Finland

What are the chances that on the last day of my Eurotrip, I see snow! -Helsinki, Finland

The trip was a hell of a ride, but I wouldn’t change any of it. The experience made me so strong and a truly feel like a different person than who I was before I left. It’s like a new sense of maturity, independence and gratitude has been found.

Challenges were seen everyday on this Euro trip. I want people to know that it isn’t as glamorous as it seems, especially doing it alone and for a long time. But, the feeling is so liberating when you get past the hardness of it all. It’s something so indescribable, but it overcomes your mind, body and soul.

Backpacking gives you this feeling which I can’t completely explain. . it’s like you finally find what you’ve been searching for. .until the next craving of wanderlust, of course! ;)

Stay tuned! xo

The Bavarian Boy – Munich, Germany

I walked through the city of Munich like I had been living there for years. There was a certain comfort that the town brought out in people, along with delicious beer and great food.

Strolling through Marienplatz, I heard the sounds of Latin music. In front of the Glockenspiel, there was a zumba class that was taking place on a huge stage for International Women’s Day.

As I stood there and watched the various characters dancing, a guy approached me and began speaking to me in German. He had luscious brown hair and deep green eyes with a perfect tan.

“Ah sorry, English?” I said, awkwardly of course.
With his Ray Bans hanging in his blue checked shirt, he laughed and introduced himself in perfect English as we continued our conversation.

The zumba performance was coming to an end, so the German asked if I wanted to grab a drink. Not feeling bothered to socialise, I thought one drink couldn’t hurt, and since he was a local, he knew where all the good beer gardens were. It was like I had my own personal German tour guide!

We sat on a crowded table (the only way!) and enjoyed a litre of beer each and a pretzel while getting to know each other. The sun was so warm on my back and the water by the garden was moving ever so peacefully.

Pretzels and Beer, what more do you need!

Pretzels and Beer, what more do you need!

With the sun slowly going down, the German took me around Munich and told me about the significance each area portrayed. We ended up at his favourite coffee shop/bar and had a few more beers before heading back to his apartment to chill out.

It was so strange being in somebody’s home as I hadn’t been in that kind of environment for eight months. It was a beautiful apartment. The lights were dim and the open space of his living room and study made it very relaxed. His whole wall was a bookshelf, which was my favourite.

The German got some cold beers as we chilled out on the couch and watched movies. We had already gotten to the stage where we didn’t need to talk constantly. We were happy just quietly enjoying the company of each other. . that was before our tummies started to grumble! Getting in a cab, we found the nearest German pub and indulged in pork knuckle, schnitzel and more beer.

An epic Bavarian meal!

An epic Bavarian meal!

After an amazing feed, the German took me to a number of local pubs and clubs. What I loved about this was that there were no tourists, just Germans everywhere! We drank more beer until I realised that the 4 litres of beer was slowly hitting me. The German walked me back to my hostel with his hand grazing against mine, as we said our final goodbyes and never saw each other again.

One drink had turned into a 4 litres of beer, 3 bars, 2 movies, 1 amazing Bavarian meal and a great 12 hour friendship.

The Never Ending Journey – Lisbon, Portugal

The time was 6:00am when I thought I had arrived into Lisbon. As I hopped off the train, something felt weird. The station didn’t look very safe, and considering I was in a well-known town, it should have.

Walking through with my pack, I looked back over to the train tracks and noticed a wooden bridge that people were running across to get to the next track. I knew that was unusual, so I said to a little Portuguese woman, ‘Lisboa?’ Her eyes grew large and she shook her head and said the name of some town, which is where I was. “You, unsafe!” She told me and scurried away.

Completely exhausted and furious, I didn’t know what to do. Everyone was staring at me like I was crazy. A man who was on my same train tapped me on the shoulder. “Where are you trying to get to?” His English was perfect and I could tell he was from Spain. He explained to me that I had to go to the ticket office and get a new ticket to Lisbon. The ticket centre was over the tracks, so I began my walk.

As I got onto the tracks, rain started belting down heavily. It was so intense that I felt like I was about to fall over due to the force it had. As I sang Kanye West’s ‘Stronger’, I somehow made it to the ticket office and approached the officer. He didn’t speak a word of English and couldn’t help me at all. What was I meant to do!?
Thankfully, the Spanish man from my train had come to the rescue. He spoke to the officer and they told me what train to catch. Because of the time zone, I had gotten off at the wrong station and ended up in some rural town! After 25 hours, I finally made it Lisbon at 10 o clock in the morning.

After a much needed proper shower, I headed out with a guy from San Fran who had moved to Lisbon in 2010. He showed me around the cool city and took me to a cool art exhibition, which was done in a little village. The exhibition consisted of painted photographs that were hung outside houses, and when you would look inside the houses, you would see a similar scenario being played out. For example, one painted picture was of Portuguese men drinking coffee. When you looked into their house, you saw these men sitting around the table, drinking coffee!

That night, some of the guys at the hostel took us around to different Portuguese restaurants where we got to try traditional food and drink. These places were hidden, so it was an authentic experience where locals surrounded us. After a few shots of the traditional liquor, I could feel exhaustion sweeping over my body, considering it had been two days since I had actually sleept in a bed. I let one more shot of the warm liquor hit my stomach as I curled up in my bed and slept for 12 hours.

The most photographed street in Portugal!

The most photographed street in Portugal!