About 2 years ago we were in Porto on their biggest festival of the year, this basically meant the whole town running around in their thousands hitting each other with plastic squeaky hammers*. Now, I don’t know which of the saints in the Bible started this, but as it is a big religious day dedicated to love, he must have been a really interesting one, and possibly one you don’t hear often of, but has a large red nose and floppy feet.
Needless to say it was a great night with sound of squeaky hammers reverberating throughout the town until the early hours of the morning. The next day, going through customs at the airport they stopped me, as they always do. And going through my bags, as they always do (messy hair and darkish features = terrorist), they found my well used hammer. They just looked at me and smiled. Who knows maybe they had been out all night hitting strangers over the head with squeaky plastic hammers.
*One of the plastic objects here will not squeak when hit over some ones head.
Porto , June 2006