Back to Oporto for the night and boogie down to mack the knife in a tiny little bar full of fun, loving humans. Jye warmed up the spinning fly kicks and we ran into our homie Narciso; the rest of the night is a bit of a blur. Lot more fly kicks, some serious dancing at one stage surrounded by a very drunken rowdy crowd, thank full for not eating a sketchy street dog, wine hostel, pistachio nuts . . .