When the volcanic ash closed down European airspace for almost a week, my colleagues and I were faced with spending an unplanned weekend in Portugal about half an hour's drive from Oporto. One of my colleagues had his wife and small son with him and the little boy - Lennert - was obsessed with buses. He was a few days short of his 2nd birthday and his cries of 'bus bus bus' had made him famous amongst the fawning staff at our hotel. Everyone knew that one sure way to please this little traveller would be to take him somewhere where he could see lots of buses, and even better ride on one. I'd been into Porto with Lennert's mum and dad earlier in the week and ...  Read the complete review