09/07/18 – 11/07/11 – Lisbon I was apprehensive about driving into Lisbon in the Moho given its size and the possibility that it could quickly go wrong as it’s a hilly city (still feeling scarred from Nerja) so when we arrived I was slightly tense. We had the address of the service centre (Dometic) for the fridge typed into the navigation and it took us to what looked like a small shop on the corner of a residential street. Surely this can’t be it we said to each other. Anyway, I pulled up on a narrow street taking up 3 parking spaces and went in to investigate. It was the right place but the old guy that worked there said no motorhomes. Thanks a lot Dometic I thought. I started to explain our problem in my best Spanish – he understood enough to make me a makeshift tool to clean out the flue. I then asked if the fumes were bad – I was able to understand that the day time is fine, but he then proceeded to do an impression of someone dying at night. Half of...
