Three very drunk 30 year old men and a car. Bad idea. Especially in Lagoa.
Some might say that it is my own fault that I was in this situation. And they would most probably be right. But, as a tired, drunk and lazy girl, when offered a trip in a car (when the journey would take 3 hours to walk), it's hard to say no. Even when the driver is a stranger that is completely off his face, accompanied by his equally drunk yet slightly madder amigos.
Now, obviously it wasn't a deathly car journey, as i'm still alive. However, it was like a scene that you would see at the movies and never believe; a mad, alcohol-fuelled journey de voiture.
To get from Lagoa to Carvoeira, one has to drive over a mountain. With a complete drunkard on the wheel, this proved to be quite difficult. So, the English girl without the driving license had to be responsible for the steering-wheel of the car. I must admit that nearly crashing 4 times almost made me regret my lazy choice of transport home!
I really thought that I might die. So, just to be on the safe side, I texted my best friend to let him know the situation, and asked him to ring me in ten. “If I don't answer, i'm dead.”.
After eventually reaching the other side of the mountain unscathed, the driver then decided to stare at me instead of the road. “Very good, PLEASE LOOK WHERE YOU'RE GOING!”
Despite my laziness, I was all of a sudden hit by a survival instinct, and asked.. Please, just drop me off here? Yes yes, just take my number! Of course i'll go to lunch tomorrow(?). Thank you. Good night.
Walking the rest of the way with my legs shaking and a ringing phone, I couldn't even be bothered to gaze in wonderment at a snail on the pavement that was the same size as my foot. (Though I did take a photo).
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