The other day i was stuck in traffic for two hours! Let me just repeat myself. TWO FUCKING HOURS!!!! Not one of those soul wrenching, nerve wracking slow movements that allow you to eventually get there, no. Actually stopped dead. Nothing for two friggin´hours!
It was an untypical monday morning, around 6 a.m. on the IC20, just before the 25th April bridge. It started ok at first, with only a few cars to contend with and overtake at full throttle with all that the poxy renault clio could manage. But then in the distance i first saw it all...
"Oh, how sweet. They´r all stopped waiting for me to arrive..." Was the first thought to mind. When i finally noticed how long the rear red lighted serpent was winding up the motorway, i thought it might be rain ahead, what else can bring such chaos on portuguese roads but a little rain. Within another half an hour, people were actually getting out of their cars and having lengthy conversations between themselves
Finally, i myself had to get out and have a look at why the traffic was so bad. Let me tell you... It´s quite simple once you have lived here for a while... Road works!!! That´s it.. road works. In rush hour, first thing in the morning. now i know the rest of you may laugh and think, ´well yes, that´s portugal for you...` but I´ve actually learned to accept the fact that the portuguese refuse to do their road works at night like the rest of civilized europe. Yes i know, the working syndicates in portugal would have a heart attack if you even mentioned working around the rush hour and i´ve given up shouting a the black work force that seem to have nothing else to do but lounge around the debris they´ve created between the hours of 6 a.m. and 7 p.m. RIGHT IN RUSH HOUR!!!! Jesus i swear my entire body aches when i think about the stupidity of it but hey.... your in Portugal.. What can you do but laugh!!!
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