Sunday, 25 June 2017

Portugal - My Voyage of Discovery (Part 1): Singapore

This is the first in a series of an as yet undetermined number of instalments, covering my trip to Portugal in early April.  A slight change of pace from the usual restaurant reviews  and scathing pieces of social commentary but I hope you enjoy them all the same.

Portugal's national epic, Os Lusíadas by Luís Vaz de Camões, is an grand poetic tribute to the Portuguese voyages of discovery of the 15th and 16th Centuries.  Those voyages were the foundation of the first of the great European maritime empires, their leaders bearing the names of legend: Henry the Navigator, Vasco da Gama, Ferdinand Magellan...

Now I'm not suggesting for a moment that I should be mentioned in the same breath as Camões, just noting that this humble series of instalments takes me the other way.  Me, a native of one of the realms that Camões' contemporaries "discovered" for the glory of Empire, travelling in the reverse direction to discover for myself the land of the sons of Lusus, the descendants of Bacchus: Portugal.


So there I was in the office in February, bashing away on my keyboard trying to get a report out, when my phone vibrated.  It was my editor A.  Now we have had our ups and downs since I started freelancing for her magazine back in 2014, mostly ups as she seems to tolerate me for the most part.  This message, however, was slightly different from the usual ones: 

"Hey, what are you doing in the first week of April?"

I had slept awfully the previous night, as I do most nights these days, and was about to type back something terribly impolitic.  But I checked myself.

"Don't know yet, what's up?"

"We need to send a writer to Portugal for a wine trip.  Are you keen?"

I was surprised.  Not because of the promise of a free trip.  But Portugal!  It was, I am now ashamed to admit, not on my list of places to see before I died.  Of course, as a keen student of history, I knew the great names of the colonial age, and of a more recent one: Mourinho, Ronaldo, Figo.   And I had most pleasant memories of sharing a glass of the wonderful 1998 Quinta dos Malvedos with Johnny Symington back in December 2015 at Bar-Roque Grill, sadly also the last time I would see my friend Etienne Hugel in person.  But apart from that, and a brief dalliance with Mateus Rosé when I was at Uni (all I could afford, apart from Aussie cask / box grog), I had zero experience with Portuguese wine.  Diddly.  Nada.  Sweet FA.

So on paper, I was clearly not the right guy for the job.  Further, such plum junkets are usually reserved for loyal staff writers who devote all of their working hours to the magazine's success, not thrice-a-year (if I'm lucky) freelancers like me.  But it is not for us to question why, and the last time I looked a gift horse in the mouth it spat on me.

So I wrote back to A.

"Before I say yes, how many of us are on the trip?  I'm not keen if the entire foreign press corps are coming along".

"Oh no, it's just three of you.  Our publisher C, a sommelier and you".   She didn't need to say "in that order".

"OK, count me in!"

The next few weeks flew by.  I was incredibly busy with work and work-related travel, which left me no time at all to prepare for this trip.   A lot of the prep that I usually try to do in advance of visiting a new country, e.g. reading in, learning a few basic phrases of the native language, all fell by the wayside as I ran around like a headless chook.  The only positive from all that was that I didn't have to go shopping, especially for cool-weather clothes that I would outgrow after a single use.

I received a copy of our itinerary  the week before the trip.  I read it thoroughly, but as with so many other things, when you do them without any context or comprehension, the information glides out of your mind as easily as it went in.  According to a very helpfully included Google map, we would travel the length and most of the breadth of the country, starting in Porto, and working out way along the Douro River through Vinho Verde country to the Cima Corgo, and thence to Dão, and through Mangualde, Viseu, Alenquer, Torres Vedras, Evora and finishing up in Lisbon.  In five and a half days, with an average of 2.5 winery visits and three rich meals a day.  I like packed itineraries but from the looks of it, we would barely have ten hours, including sleeping time, in any one place.  I was glad, however, to learn that the sommelier in our party was none other than Daisuke Kawai, my former comrade from Les Amis days and who now owned his own wine bar La Terre on Upper Circular Road.  I thought he was being asked along to lend some technical gravitas to our party; I didn't know C very well and I have already confessed my complete and utter ignorance about Portuguese wine.  I learned later that Daisuke had won a Wines of Portugal wine tasting competition back in 2015, and had been waiting two years for the chance to claim his prize!

The days crawled by agonisingly slowly, and finally it was time for me to depart.  After saying goodbye to the girls, I chucked my bags into the boot of my Uber and took my seat in the back.  The driver asked me where I was travelling to.  I said "Portugal".  He looked at me in the rear-view mirror.  "Portugal!" he exclaimed.  "You are the first person who has ever said that!"  Well...

I got to Changi early, so joined the massive queues at the Turkish Airlines check-in counter.  The flight was oversold and the line was stubborn, moving at a pace that would have shamed a glacier.  If the motley queue was at all an accurate sample, I deduced that most patrons of Turkish Airlines from Singapore are not Turks going home, but rather European backpackers for whom the transit via Istanbul was a whole lot cheaper than flying direct to their homelands.

But I got there eventually.  Now only three flight legs and 22 hours stood between me and Lusitania!

I have covered the rest of my trip highlights in the July edition of Epicure, so please pick up your copy from good booksellers and newsagents.

On 6 July, Wines of Portugal and Sopexa are running a trade-only Masterclass and open-to-the-public Grand Tasting paired with Portuguese delights (1pm - 5 pm, Swissotel the Stamford, Equinox Suites on Level 69).  I can heartily recommend that you attend these events as there are some absolutely stunning wines being made in Portugal outside of the usual Ports, Madeiras, etc., and which really deserve more attention in this part of the world.

On 5 July, Daisuke Kawai's La Terre will be hosting a Portuguese wine party from 6-9pm, featuring nine wines from across Portugal, including Quinta do Vallado's excellent aged tawny ports (10,20 and 40 years).  From $10 nett per glass.

And if you are tempted to pick up a copy of Os Lusíadas, please do yourself a favour.  DO NOT attempt to read the RF Burton translation unless you like your reading pleasure mixed in with a great deal of pain.  There are, I understand, far better and more approachable English translations in the marketplace today.


  1. Hi Julian,
    I'm interested in the sophexa event on the 6th. Is there a need to rsvp? Or where can I get more details?
    I'll def be picking up July issue of epicure!

    1. Hi PS,

      Thanks for reading, and for the kind support!

      I understand the afternoon Grand Tasting is open to the public and there is no need to RSVP. If you are in the trade and would like to attend the morning Masterclass, just drop me an email and I will send you the registration details.

      Hope to see you there!