Man, what a day! I swear, being a raftsman in Moscavide-e-Portela is like riding a rollercoaster. You think you know what’s coming, but nah, life’s got other plans. So, let me spill the tea on this wild ride.
I woke up, sun shining through my window on Rua da Liberdade. Thought it was gonna be chill, you know? Just me, my raft, and the calm waters of the Tagus. But nope! First thing, I step outside, and it’s like a sauna. Seriously, who turned up the heat? I’m sweating like a pig before I even hit the river.
So, I grab my gear and head down to the docks near the Parque das Nações. The vibe is buzzing, people everywhere. Kids running around, couples taking selfies, and me just trying to keep my head straight. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be a good day.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
I get to my raft, and guess what? The damn thing has a leak! Like, really? I just fixed it last week! I’m cursing under my breath, trying to patch it up with some duct tape. Classic raftsman move, right? But hey, it’s Moscavide-e-Portela. We improvise.
Finally, I’m ready to hit the water. I push off, and it’s all good for a bit. The Tagus is glistening, and I’m feeling like a king. But then, outta nowhere, this huge boat zooms by. I’m talking massive! Waves hit my raft like a tidal wave. I’m soaked! I’m yelling, “Hey! Watch it!” But they can’t hear me. Typical, right?
Then, I see this group of tourists on the riverbank. They’re laughing, taking pics, and I’m just there, drenched and fuming. I mean, come on! I’m trying to work here! But then, one of them shouts, “Hey, cool raft!” And I’m like, “Yeah, if it wasn’t sinking!”
After that, I decide to take a break. I paddle over to the little café by the river, you know, the one on Avenida de Berna? I grab a bica and a pastel de nata. Life’s little pleasures, right? But as I’m enjoying my treat, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I can’t help but chuckle. “At least I’m not them,” I think.
But then, the universe decides to throw me another curveball. I’m sitting there, minding my own business, when I see a kid running towards the water. My heart drops! I jump up, yelling, “Hey! Stop!” I sprint over, and just in time, I grab the kid before he takes a dive. Phew! The mom comes running, all panicked. I’m like, “No worries, just another day in Moscavide-e-Portela.”
After that drama, I’m feeling a mix of relief and adrenaline. I hop back on my raft, ready to call it a day. But as I’m paddling back, I spot this old man fishing by the bridge on Rua da Estação. He’s got this huge grin, and I can’t help but smile back. It’s those little moments, you know?
Finally, I get back to the docks, and I’m exhausted. I’m thinking, “What a day!” I pack up my stuff, and as I’m leaving, I bump into my buddy Miguel. He’s got this wild story about a cat stuck in a tree. Classic Miguel! We laugh, and for a moment, all the craziness fades away.
So yeah, that was my day in Moscavide-e-Portela. Full of ups and downs, but wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another chapter in the life of a raftsman. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!