Going home. Not by helicopter but by plane. I'm writing this final post from Lisbon's International Airport and that will conclude this blog.
Not much to report from this morning. Breakfast, pack up the last bits and pieces and then metro to the airport. Cost for metro 1.40€. Beat that Sydney or Melbourne.
Metro is also clean, fast, efficient. I was at the airport in less than 30 minutes.
My backpack got wrapped up in plastic.
Red plastic that is. From the wrapping services at the airport. OK I should have taken a photo of it. The backpack looked pretty ridiculous but at least the straps are not hanging out in all directions.
That's it. Boarding commences soon.
Over and out from the Camino Frances blog. Done and dusted.
Watch the Carlen Family Traveling Blog for more fun very soon. Next trip is almost sorted :-)
Today was the last full day of my trip. I'm going home to Melbourne, Australia tomorrow Tuesday and arrive there 2 days later very early on Thursday.
Today's theme for me was to explore the Lisbon ferries. Or 2 of the ferry routes anyway.
Here is a partial overview of Lisbon's ferry system. There are more ferries routes further west.
Cais do Sodre means South Quay).
At Cais do Sodre, I bought return ferry tickets to Montijo as it was furthest away of the ferry destinations. Turnstiles galore.
I had a few spare minutes before ferry departure so ... I had an espresso. Like any Portuguese would do. Perfecto.
Afterwards and still before the ferry departed, I chatted with a Portuguese Securitas guard.
He thought that Portugal was the best country in the world to live in. I just couldn't ask him for how many countries he had actually lived in.
He spoke good English and I heard him saying a word or two in French as well. He claimed that Portuguese people can "speak any language". OK...
The Security guard also said that Portuguese people are hard working but they don't have brains. I heard something similar from a Spanish lady during the Camino. About Spanish people. Perhaps that is true. I can't really comment.
The ferry from Cais do Sodre to Montijo was a catamaran. New and flash looking.
Even the time the ferry ride took was similar, around 23 minutes.
Note the Ponte de 25 Abril bridge in the background. We will have a closer look later at this sister bridge to the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco.
Arrival in Montijo. Not much of interest there. A big parking area and public buses taking commuters elsewhere. So I exited the ferry and immediately went back onto it again.Cais do Sodre. It was difficult to get a picture of the whole catamaran. I was too close.
The Ponte 25 de Abril bridge looked even more like the Golden Gate Bridge from this angle.
There were some punters below the statue so they may have been scared away by the height. It can't really be the 4€ cost for the elevator trip, can it?
Interesting and well designed color coded signage in the area. I followed the red signs with Cristo Rei on them to arrive there.
...lunch. I ordered bacalhau again as it was part of Prato do Dia. This time I captured the dish with a photo before tucking in.
Plenty of food, tasty and very good value for 7.90€. All this + dessert and coffee as well.
From Cais do Sodre, I wandered west along the riverfront for a while. A lot of deserted warehouses and old buildings in this part of riverfront Lisbon, but a good combined cycling / walking path.
I almost regretted not hiring a bike. Lisbon, despite its hills, seems to be quite cycle friendly in places. Surprisingly enough.
A bit like San Francisco which I also found more cycle friendly than I thought it would be.
Cais do Sodre. I had been here before and I did remember the guy behind me in the picture below who had a bar in a boat. On the asphalt riverfront. With chairs and small tables outside. With excellent views west.
Why not have a final Lisbon beer in the hot afternoon? So I did.
Time now was just after 5pm and I just couldn't be bothered going out again.
I probably sound like an old tired man now who don't go out much after dark. Fair enough.
I don't really think that it is much fun to go out by myself at night, not even for a drink. I don't mind it at all during daylight hours.
Besides, my bacalhau meal for lunch was so filling so I just wasn't hungry anyway.
A bit of planning for tomorrow's flight, a bit of packing and before I knew it, time was up.
Sunday in a foreign city in a foreign land tend to be a visit to the park day if the weather is fair or visit to the museum day if it is not. Today's weather was very fine indeed so parks it shall be.
Before exploring parks, I was keen to check out Lisbon's aqueduct called Aquedoto das Águas livres. I had seen the aqueduct from the train and it looked impressive from there.
The aqueduct is not very far from Parque Eduardo VII, my local park just north of Marques de Pombal, which is a big roundabout and also my local metro station. I had not yet been inside the park.
First, I walked past Estabelecimento Prisional de Lisboa, Lisbon Prison. There was a queue of people waiting outside, more opposite the prison in the shade, many of them black. I assume given that today is Sunday, we are talking prison visiting hours.
I had to criss cross some hilly streets to get to the aqueduct. No surprises there. An old aqueduct points to an old neighborhood. Good photo opportunities along the way.
The aqueduct Aquedoto das Águas livres itself was bit of a disappointment. It looked deserted, unused and you couldn't see very much of it at all. From underneath...
Parque Eduardo VII is Jardim Amália Rodrigues and this lovely setup. A cafe is there opposite. I will be back.
The other way where either the water came from or arrived to.
Now it was all closed up and not used for anything at all from what I can tell.
Parque Eduardo VII and I was passing a cafe. I thought that it was time for a mid morning break.
Parque Eduardo VII. We are looking south through Marques de Pombal towards centre of town and Rio Tagus.
Jardim Amália Rodrigues having completed walking a loop. It was time for... You guessed it. Coffee and nata. Americano this time.
Perfect setting again and I sat there relaxing for a while. Again. Sounds like as much sitting as walking today but it wasn't really so.
A bit later and a bit more wandering around, it was time for lunch. I stumbled onto an American style diner. Why not? I have had fish and seafood almost every day since I arrived in Portugal.
While the burger and chips were perhaps not disasters, they were certainly not very good. I quickly ate up and left the Great American Disaster. It just didn't seem right to hang around in a place with that kind of name.
And would you believe it... I got so lazy and comfortable that I didn't go back out again. Another relaxing evening in the hotel room. Why not?