After more than 24 hours on flights – the main goal for this day was to get in and beat jet-lag by staying awake. Thoughts today are fairly unsynthesised, and captured in point form as an experience-snapshot.
At the airport, custard tarts are EUR2.55, which feels after conversion, the same as or slightly cheaper than Sydney. A theme for the trip.
A Cafe menu offers a steak with a fried egg on it.
Lisbon airport feels like Brisbane, more intimate, more of a personal touch.
Lisbon Airport has a system with your name on it for meeting your driver. We are told our driver will get turn up in about 10 minutes.
The traffic from the airport is unhurried.
Taxi drivers in traffic open windows to exchange conversation, I feel like I’m in a 1970s Michael Caine movie.
Longer stretches of driving along roads overhung with trees with a touch of autumn leaves – in the middle of the highways oleander shrubs flower in white.
We drive to a city roundabout surrounded by pink buildings with white window frames.
There are some serious tiles in this place. A theme for the trip.
The trams are fearless on the narrow hilly streets – I can definitely see a famous architect getting killed by one.
We arrived at our apartment and the lifts were quirky and unhurried.
A moment for a shower.