Green Heart Hostel, Lisbon.  Wednesday morning.  Quite early. Yesterday was spent travelling.  Trains, a plane, the Lisbon Metro.  It has sensible Capital M signs at the stations in red, which are lit up at night, acting as guiding beacons to the stranger in town. My room is small, simple, basic, light.  It has elegant European … Continue reading 176.  More of less. →