Nightlife in Portugal: Never as Wild as Spain

Portugal what a paradise, a sunny coastal oasis dating from the times of its original Celtic inhabitants. Its name ‘Portugal’ is derived from the Roman-Celtic place name Portus Cale. When the Romans defeated the Carthaginians, during the second Punic War, to take the Iberian Peninsula, they named the coastal settlement Portus Cale; which eventually evolved into Portugal sometime during the Dark Ages. Portuguese people are proud people; they work and play hard. They know how to eat and drink well, and some say they know how to love well.

The salt of the earth and the salt of the sea is the same salt that you can lick on the skin of your lover. Did you know? That salt is one of the few things that our bodies cannot produce by itself? Without enough salt we would die and with too much salt we also die. It is a bit like love and sex really, not enough, and we are yearning for it, too much and we pay the price. When the night falls upon Portugal and the natives are restless; you can hear the sounds of the living, and some say you can hear the sounds of the dead. There are dangers involved in all forms of self-abuse, even the selfie. Get out and share yourself with those who love sharing fun and adventure.

Nightlife in Portugal: Never as Wild as Spain

What of the nightlife in Portugal? Are these macho man and feisty women a match for the libidinous appetites of most comers? Nightlife in Portugal: Never as wild as Spain? I don’t know whether a stiletto blade in the guts down at the docks is as dangerous as the running of the bulls, but my bet is that most people would like to avoid both. What we all really want is ‘fireworks’, mmmm yes I like fireworks. Sun drenched escorts warming the flesh of tired travellers and stimulating them to reach the stars.

The boys and girls of Portugal are ready and waiting for your boat to arrive in their harbour. They are good with their hands, it is in their blood; and their eyes are like those of a tiger in the night. The bump and grind is a mere formality before the madness takes hold. Passion was invented in these places, by Queens of corners and holders of street front territory. They walk their talk, strut their stuff, and capture your attention. You are not looking anywhere else tonight cabrao! Hold your head high when negotiating in Portugal, because it is all about respect.