porto – port wine and narrow houses

all images shown here were taken analog with my canon ae I

porto, the second-largest city in portugal, is located on the northwest coast of the country and is known for its historic old town as well as its significance in port wine production. the old town, ribeira, was declared a unesco world heritage site in 1996 and is characterized by narrow streets, colorful and narrow houses, and important architectural landmarks. the city has played a central role in the history of port wine, which has been produced here since the 17th century. the wine cellars are mainly located in vila nova de gaia, a suburb of porto on the other side of the douro river.

the narrow houses

the narrow houses I

 

the narrow houses in porto have their origins in historical and economic factors that date back centuries. a key reason for their design was the property tax, which in the middle ages and early modern period was often levied based on the width of the building’s facade. to minimize these taxes, many homeowners opted to build narrow houses that took up little space on the street but often extended deep into the lot. this allowed them to reduce their tax burden without sacrificing living space.

 

the narrow houses II
the narrow houses III

 

in addition, the city’s topography played an important role. porto is built on hills and along the steep banks of the douro river, which further limited the available building space. the narrow, winding streets and alleys of the old town forced residents to build their homes vertically to make the most of the limited space.

 

the narrow houses IV

 

moreover, this architectural style maximized street access, which was crucial for urban commerce. many of these narrow houses had shops or workshops on the ground floor, while the upper floors were used as living quarters. this functional layout promoted urban life and brought work and living spaces closer together.

overall, the architecture of porto’s narrow houses is a combination of tax policies, geographical constraints, and economic factors that evolved over centuries and continues to define the city’s distinctive urban landscape.

 

the narrow houses V

 

port wine

port wine, a globally renowned and appreciated fortified wine, is closely tied to the city of porto and the surrounding region. the name “port wine” derives directly from porto, although the grapes used to make it are primarily grown in the douro valley, one of the world’s oldest wine regions. the unique location of the douro valley, with its steep slopes and specific microclimate, provides ideal conditions for viticulture. after the harvest, the grapes are processed into wine in the valley and then transported to porto or to vila nova de gaia, located across the douro river from porto.

 

port wine view

 

since the 17th century, the city of porto has played a key role in the export of port wine, especially to britain, which contributed significantly to the international spread of this wine. a crucial step in port wine production is the addition of brandy to stop the fermentation process early. this results in a higher sugar content, giving the wine its characteristic sweetness and higher alcohol content.

historically, port wine merchants stored their barrels in the cooler cellars of vila nova de gaia, where the wine could age. even today, many of the most famous port wine cellars are located there, offering guided tours and tastings.

 

port wine all the way

 

to be continued…

arrival in porto – the orange sun

all images shown here were taken analog with my canon ae I

here, i am starting the travel blog for my owhc journey. over the coming weeks, you’ll find regular entries here about the different stops along the way.

my journey began on 17/09/2024 in porto. on the way there, everything seemed just fine: bright sunshine and a beautiful view.

on my way to porto

 

when my sister, who was flying to lisbon at the same time, messaged me on whatsapp to ask if there were any fires nearby, i replied with, “i only see blue skies here :)”. little did i know what the next two days had in store for me. the closer i got to porto, the more dark clouds i could see gathering on the horizon.

 

dark horizon

 

soon, i was surrounded by thick smoke that didn’t clear by the time i arrived. the whole city was bathed in a diffuse, mystical orange light. it felt like sunset at every time of day. the smell of burnt wood lingered over porto, and ashes fell from the sky. google maps showed that the fires had reached the outskirts of the city. some areas had to be evacuated, and temporary road closures were in place. travelers were advised to check the current situation before arriving to prepare for any restrictions. authorities and emergency responders worked tirelessly to control the fires, and tourists were urged to exercise caution in forested areas and to follow official instructions.

 

smoke everywhere

 

on the first day, i let the city life carry me along – without any particular destination in mind. in the city, it was hard to tell that, just five kilometers away, others were fighting for their lives and livelihoods.

nice to see how the orange sun sneaked into every photo.

 

the orange sun I

 

the orange sun II

 

the orange sun III

 

to be continued…

 

Turku- Rauma: The Paris of Finland

After my visit at Turku, I totally agree with the quote that parallels the city as the “Paris of Finland”.  It is indeed a city rich in history, culture, and a lively urban atmosphere.

As Finland’s oldest city and former capital, it bears a unique blend of tradition and modernity, much like Paris itself.

Turku gives the feeling of a cultural hub, hosting numerous festivals, art events, and theater performances throughout the year, similar to Paris’s dynamic arts scene. Also, the city is filled with an eclectic mix of historic and modern buildings that reflect its historic importance as a cultural and commercial center. Walking through Turku is a stroll through diverse architectural styles offering a glimpse into different eras of the city’s development.

Flying from Bergen to Turku  11/10 18.00

 

Panimoravintola Koulu- Brewery in Turku 12/10 19.00

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The buildings…

   

Sunsets in Aura

 

 

Mikaelinkirkko

   

The favourite spot…

      

 

The cute cafés…

  

Fjording til Mo island

The cruise lasted 4 hours, starting at 10:30 and returning to Bergen’s city center at 14:30. The cruise through the Norwegian fjords was an unforgettable journey, one that started in the charming coastal city of Bergen and took me all the way to the tranquil Mo village, nestled deep in the heart of the fjords. This trip gave me a front-row seat to the natural wonders that have made Norway famous—a blend of rugged mountains, serene waters, and picturesque villages that seem frozen in time. Along the way, I met a few fellow travelers, which made the experience even more enjoyable as we took in the incredible views of the fjords

 

The Departure: Bergen’s Coastal Beauty

The starting point of the cruise was at the heart of Bergen city. Certainly, Bergen’s rich history and maritime culture made it ideal for this route. As we set sail, the iconic Bryggen Wharf slowly disappeared behind us, and we glided into the open waters of the fjords. The interplay between the cityscape and the surrounding mountains is not only visually striking but also emblematic of the city’s identity.

Into the Fjords: Nature at Its Best

As we cruised deeper into the fjords, the scenery became breathtaking. Sheer rock faces loomed over us, plunging straight down into the dark, pristine waters. Waterfalls cascaded down from great heights, their waters glistening in the sunlight before vanishing into the fjord below. Each turn brought something new—whether it was a hidden cove or a small village tucked away at the base of the mountains.

Mo Island

Mo Island is a small and remote island located in the fjord region of Norway. It’s known for its rugged landscapes, steep cliffs, and proximity to the fjords. The island is relatively quiet, offering a glimpse of traditional Norwegian life and the natural surroundings typical of the region. It’s a stop for cruises, allowing visitors to experience the area’s dramatic scenery up close.

Mo island

 

Making friends and posing
the essentials of the cruise
Smiling just to hide that I am freezing

Monstraumen Waterfall

Landscaping in Bergen!

Bergen’s geography and landscapes are scenic views and I consider them  integral to the city’s cultural heritage. For me, fully experiencing this nature was key to understanding Bergen’s city’s culture. The city and the character of Bergen, much like its landscapes, is dynamic, evolving, and deeply intertwined with the natural world that cradles it.

Bergen, Norway’s second-largest city, is not only renowned for its cultural scene but also for how its geography and natural landscapes have shaped its history and identity. That’s why, during my visit, I made it my mission to explore as much of Bergen’s natural beauty as possible.

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The Fjords and Maritime Heritage

Bergen’s location at the gateway to some of Norway’s most famous fjords, like Sognefjord and Hardangerfjord, makes the sea a central part of the city’s identity. As I strolled through the  city center, with the Hanseatic wharf of Bryggen towering above me, I could spot that the sea has always been Bergen’s lifeline and identify its role as a major trading port during the days of the Hanseatic League can be identified today in Bryggen’s historic wooden buildings. The city’s economy, culture, and everyday life have long been connected to the fjords and the vast ocean beyond.

Mountains and Outdoor Culture

After a day of exploring, I was drawn toward Mount Fløyen. I initially took the funicular, but in true Bergen fashion, but then I also opted to hike up the mountains instead. Bergen’s seven mountains, particularly Fløyen and Ulriken, form a natural embrace around the city, and as I climbed, I could see how the mountains are not just a scenic backdrop, but deeply embedded in the city’s outdoor culture.

Bergen’s love for the outdoors became apparent as I passed locals and tourists alike, all drawn to the mountains for hiking, cycling, and a breath of fresh air. The view from the top of Fløyen, overlooking the city, fjords, and forests, was breathtaking, and I could see why these trails have been a part of Bergen’s culture for generations. The mountains not only offer physical escape but also emotional connection to the natural world—something that’s been preserved as part of the city’s cultural identity. And that’s exactly why I focused on seeing as much of this natural beauty as possible during my stay. Each walk revealed another layer of Bergen’s relationship with its landscape.

       

Hestekum (Trough for Horses)

The sign explains that this trough was originally built for horses by the Bergen Forestry and Tree Planting Society in the year 1890. At the time, roads were steep and horse-drawn carriages needed water stops along the way. This particular trough was placed in the Fløen area, which lies along one of the most traveled routes for horse carriages between Bergen and Fløien.

“This simple piece of history sheds light on how vital horses were to daily life and transportation in Bergen’s past, before cars took over. As part of a network of horse stops, this trough is a small but significant remnant of a time when horses played a central role in how people moved through”. It’s interesting to see how the practical needs of the past are memorialized along hiking paths today, blending the city’s historical and natural heritage.

 

in the funicular

 

foggy dayss!

 

 

 

 

The Views…

      

 

My highest point…

 

 

me  admiring my achievement while hiking without suitable equipment…

 

 

 

 

1st stop: Bergen

Kickstarting

The trip started with an already long flight from Aarhus, Denmark (where I am based at)  to Bergen with layover in Gdansk. This first trip turned into an adventure, when due to flight dealys, I missed my connecting flight to Bergen.

As a result, I spent the first out of the 14-days-trip exploring the lounges of the airports in Aarhus and Gdansk.

Chilling in Aarhus Airport lounge 07/10 16.22
café in Gdansk Airport (08/10 00.22)
Gdansk Airport- sunsrise
08/10 07.10

After a long and tiring night in the bustling Polish city, I finally boarded a plane to Bergen the next morning.

 

Since the plane landed, it was already apparent that the landscapes and the nature  looked absolutely stunning. Once I checked into my hotel and dropped off my luggage, I set out to explore Bergen’s city center.

Bergen Domkirke

Strolling around Bergen alleys

The Scandinavian architecture in combination with the breathtaking natural scenery seemed captivating, and the vibrant atmosphere was infectious. Each street I wandered seemed to tell a story, echoing the secrets of the city.

After dinner*, I found myself exploring the hill and I headed towards the funicular where I ended up spending my entire evening walking/ hiking (the difference is blurry here). The ascent was invigorating, and the panoramic views of Bergen saved the day and paid me off the sleep deprivation and the tireness of the long waiting times at the airport.

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

In fact,  and I felt more and more curious about the nature and its role to the history and the city personality of Bergen.

 

*The dinner
Location: Kafé Spesial 17.45

 

Porto

Porto had always been high on our travel list, a city we were both eager to explore. I (Ben) had a fleeting experience with Portugal during my teenage years when my grandfather dragged me on a pilgrimage to Fatima. It was, as you might expect for a teen, a rather curious adventure—one filled with mystique but not quite the freedom I craved. That said, the pull to return to Portugal’s Atlantic coast never left me. There’s something about the Portuguese language and music that has always stirred something inside me—so melodic, so rich with emotion.

We arrived in Porto late afternoon, fresh off a flight from Barcelona. The moment we stepped off the airport bus, a cool breeze wrapped around us, a refreshing change from the humid warmth we’d left behind. It reminded me of Edinburgh in many ways—brisk winds, hills rolling towards the coast, and a certain coziness that came with the layers of stone buildings and worn cobblestone streets. Porto had an undeniable similarity to home, but with its own flair, making it both familiar and intriguing.

After dropping off our bags, we left our music-filled hostel to explore. Strolling downhill, we found ourselves pulled towards the water by the city’s vibrant energy. Every street was alive with tourists—so many that it felt like swimming through a sea of eager sightseers. By the time we reached the riverside, it was clear the city had rolled out the red carpet for us! Or so we liked to think. We spent the evening wandering through Porto’s winding streets, basking in the late summer sun and sipping on the city’s iconic port wine as we watched the river glisten.

The colors of Porto are what captivated us most. Everywhere we turned, the city was bathed in blue—deep, rich hues that seemed to reflect the very soul of the place. From the flags of Porto FC to the intricate azulejo tiles that dressed up building façades, the blues played against whites and golds in a way that brought every corner of the city to life. Walking through the Jewish Quarter, we caught snippets of history from a nearby tour guide, reminding us of Porto’s long and complex past.

That evening, we stumbled upon “Casa Viuva,” a modest-looking restaurant with a queue outside, always a good sign. Inside, we indulged in Peruvian-style chicken and orange cakes, washed down with more local wine. It was an absolute gem, the kind of place you wouldn’t think twice about but would immediately fall in love with. We left full, content, and with wallets that somehow hadn’t suffered from the indulgence.

The next day started a little slower, thanks to the abundance of wine from the night before. The heat reminded us that we might need to slow down our usual drinking pace while in southern Europe! But after a morning pastel de nata, we were revived and ready to continue exploring. We spent the day crossing Porto’s bridges, each offering more breathtaking views of the city and its rolling hills that dipped into the river below.

 A spur of the moment decision had been made in Barcelona, where I (Ben) had decided I wished to go and see Porto FC play in their preseason games at the legendary Estadio De Dragao. It just so happened they were facing off against the Saudi Arabian side Al Nassr, the state backed billion dollar enterprise. One of Al Nassr’s many assets just so happens to be one Cristiano Ronaldo, one of the greats. To see the Portuguese Ronaldo play in Porto couldn’t be hastily passed up on, so we headed to the stadium in a rapturous crowd of blue and white. Whilst the game was not the finest piece of art (and Ronaldo did not play), we still enjoyed the vibrancy of the colours, the chants from the crowd and our half-time hot dogs. Football chants are an interesting facet of music, a modern day tip-off to traditional folk chants from oral cultures. They can be passed up as a simple loutish rubric of the game, but I prefer to think of them as a modern sight into folk traditions, many of these chants paying heed to old songs that have come before. The game finished 4-0 to Porto and we left the stadium in a sea of blue and white. 

Our time in Porto was everything we had hoped for—friendly locals, beautiful streets, and a city full of life. As we headed to the airport the next morning, our taxi driver shared his love for the city, mirroring many of our own thoughts. Porto had been a bright, unforgettable chapter of our travels, and we both knew that it was a place we’d return to in a heartbeat. Luxembourg was next on the list, and we set off early.

Back Home in Philly

And finally after the stormy, hazy rush of a wonderful dream, I was back home in my familiar parts of the United States. Weeks of European travel juxtaposed against a carless lifestyle in this country is always a sore spot at first, as my very first 3.5 hours off the 9.5 hour plane were spent commuting through transit-to-transit. Vehicle-delays, company-switches, and some fairly… uncomfortable encounters… were enough to remind me the dream has ended for now. No matter: there are the wonderful parts of this country that I have missed as well, and the week of my return has had some cherished insights.

One of the first appreciations I’ve had were of the vast height that parts of this city achieve. One of the most particularly grandiose features of Brussels was its high-altitude composure of business districts, one that resonated with me as an East-coast American accustomed to settings like New York City. In Philadelphia however (and I supposed NYC as well) the high rise settings seems to sprawl endlessly, whereas I had a much easier time establishing borders in Brussels. Berlin doesn’t even seem comparable: the length between destinations was so vast that the high rises felt satirically urban in a suburban context. Perhaps authenticity is what I found attractive this week: Philadelphia’s high-rise, business, night-life, young-professional communities in Center City feel like they meet their intended purposes.

Contrarily: my ability to travel through the city has been nothing short of frustrating since I’ve returned. Between the delays in buses, missing my trains which only come every hour, and the lack of amenities like a simple grocery store, I’ve felt flustered. Just the other day, I was returning from a professional event in Southeast Philadelphia (near the Navy Yards) to my apartment in the Northwest. As small as a city Philadelphia is, my trip took over 2 hours (two buses, one metro, and a missed bus that turned into a lengthy walk). Che sara sara; I try not to let these bumps get on my nerves.

Philadelphia is also a deeply historical city for my country, and I have needed to reevaluate my appreciation of this for the sake of these studies. Although many of the places I have studied belong to a more 20th century paradigm, they still contained many embedded similarities to the areas of Brussels and Berlin that I had exposed myself. The arrangement of streets in Brussels felt very Philadelphian to me; the large axis roads act as guides for gridding sub-streets, while the natural landscape shifts neighboring city blocks into an organic, less-rigid arrangement. Wayfinding may not always be as easy as a simple, uniform grid (like what Berlin was clearly capable of achieving), but this hybrid of city planning techniques still has a way of generating clear navigational imagery inside the users’ heads. Many of Philadelphia’s housing I find to be incredibly beautiful, and much of it (no matter the state of the home) hosts amazing historical detailing. From the local-stone masonry to the preserved wood detailing, all of them have a story that excites me. My favorite trip was into Germantown, a working-class area that, in my opinion, features some of the amazing, hidden gems. Although I live so close, I’ve never given myself the true opportunity to practice my sketching here. For the first time, I could take in the delights that this community has to offer: homes, apartments, and even businesses.

My plans as an architect are to drive my career towards city planning and a generally altruistic civic duty to the city in which I live. Although traveling is certainly a key aspect of my life, the far future could entail for me a permanent return to Philadelphia. If this were the case, these types of travels may very well result in my key decision making in this city. At the start of this trip, I hoped to gain valuable knowledge on city safety, transportation, and historic beauty that I could employ throughout my professional life. Now, I simply await the opportunity to do so.

the sketchbook

our goal was to fill a sketchbook of our travels. we saved nice memories or details that we thought were most representative of us and our concept.

here it is:

 

brugge – the golden triangle inside the egg

we arrived in brugge early after a chill ride along the canal from ghent and had lunch at the train station. we met bart slabbinck, the mobility expert in bruges. we cycled with him around the city and got to know it differently. we were surprised that the tourist attractions are limited and restricted to a small part of the inner town. it’s called the egg, because of its shape, which used to be the old fortifications.

traffic infrastructure is important, but you shouldn’t forget heritage. his philosophy is to make mistakes, they are important. you will loose credibility if you are always right.

brugge is called the little venice of the north, we could approve that.

cycling infrastructure was awesome! bart is planning for the city and not for a single means of transport. so it’s not specifically bike-friendly, but people-friendly. they even have school streets, which they close at schoolstart, so the kids are safe from motorized vehicles.

the nice part of brugge is outside of the tourist triangle. it’s tranquil calm and authentic.