The Retirees go Abroad – the Iberian Peninsula – the Rivera of Portugal at Cascais

We did not make it out Monday night and the following morning we changed plans – we decided to go to the beach. The Rivera of Portugal is at Cascais about an hour outside of Lisbon. We caught the tram then walked along the river. There were three liners docked and one was supersize. We then caught the train from Casa Sorde and travelled along the river bank until reaching the mouth and the coast of Portugal.

On arriving at Cascais we strolled down to one of the beaches and wet our feet in the Atlantic Ocean. The town is clean and appears prosperous with a number of examples of Moorish architecture. We found a cafe on the beach which served artisan ice cream so one banana split and a crepe for Kerry became lunch. While eating lunch Kerry saw a fishing boat returning to the port accompanied by a flock of gulls – obviously the trip was a success. We strolled through the village which overlooks the beach, there were boats on the beaches, some derelict buildings made presentable with street art, laneways filled with restaurants, an Irish Pub, and a fort (called the Citadel) which became the Royal residence of King Carlos I until his death in 1908 and then Ferdinand II until the revolution and over throw of the monarchy in 1910.

The Citadel is an art gallery today but stands out as once the bastion of the town. Behind the Citadel is the Parque Marechal Carmona. We decided to stroll through and noticed that there was a tree uprooted immediately inside the gate. On closer examination there was storm damage everywhere – the storm on Sunday had caused a number of tree falls and many fallen branches as someone decided to plant eucalypts in the gardens. The storm must also wrecked the hen house as there were chooks running free with the ducks the gulls the peacocks and pigeons.

Out of the park and back into the old town we saw small alleys with tiled houses, arched alleys and police on scooters. Around the corner we found the Town Hall (Rathaus) which included a history of the county and its flag. Outside of the council building stood King Dom Pedro II right in front of O’Neil’s Irish Pub. Time has flown by and we want to head back to Lisbon. So now to find the railway station. Up one alley and I wonder if this could be the way? Number 5 and 5A look a bit worse for wear.

Arriving at the Lisbon end, we go across to the Time Out Markets for our last dinner in Lisbon. First course – fresh oysters and fried prawns with a glass of Portuguese white wine followed by a tapa plate (three actually – a serious error on quantity) and a glass of Portuguese white wine recommended by the proprietor. Yes three different sausages and a ham with three varieties of cheese – protein overload. Stuffed we staggered to our tram stop and made our way to the apartment. The last time we will have to ride those bloody trams.

Tomorrow we travel to Madrid. Ole!

The Retirees go Abroad – the Iberian Peninsula – Lisbon Portugal

We have said farewell to Long Eaton – it will always be one of my homes in my heart. Farewell to our neighbours Pam and John and farewell to our other Rotary Club – Nottingham. After bouncing off the walls at the Novotel Long Eaton for 4 days we are finally on our way to Portugal and Spain. We still have the car as it is cheaper to park the car (and luggage) than just the luggage and hope to sell the car on 31/10/2015; the day before we leave for Australia.

Flying to Lisbon was no problem and finding our apartment in the old city no problem. But finding out where we are on a map of the city is impossible as the streets are so small and so numerous that all we can determine is our general area. Fortunately I spotted a restaurant around the corner so we could eat but only if we can speak Portuguese (it’s the 5th most widely spoken language so surely we know a few words – not a one). Hand signals and a lot of pointing at the dishes on other tables brought a result sort of.

To bed to dream – not bloody likely they pick up the garbage every night because the streets are so narrow. We managed to find a mercador (small shop) to buy some corn flakes (Portuguese variety), milk and other provisions so after breakfast we hit the track. Now the city is serviced by trams; small trams, but even though they are small there are some places where pedestrians are crushed against the buildings by the trams because the streets are so narrow. But it provides a bloody obvious track to follow to find whatever you want.

We wanted to find the information centre to plan our visit. So we followed the tracks, passing a viewing platform with restaurants and what appeared to be a public pool, an ancient tree, the main Cathedral, trams and buses jousting for passage along the narrow streets until arriving at the commercial area where we were inundated with things to do. There was even a stationers sharing the family name of our son-in-law. We decided on the “Red Tram” tour around the old city and two walking tours one for tapas and drinks and the other for dinner and Fado – the traditional mournful music telling stories of resignation to what life may bring. The Red Tram tour started under an impressive gate beside an equally impressive square and monument.

The tram took us back up the hill we just walked down around the castle (yes another castle) back down to the commercial area and out to the Basilica of the Scared Heart of Jesus and back down to the square. This can be an ponderous journey depending on the misadventures of the motorists sharing the road with the trams.

After completing the tour and gaining an idea of where everything was we had lunch – cod cakes, a glass of wine and a glass of beer. This is a new version of the traditional concept in Portugal (the cakes include a soft cheese) and the restaurant was a bit bohemian as well. having completed our repast and a stroll down the avenue viewing some of the exotic tiled buildings and a viewing tower constructed against the ruin of another monastery, we headed for the Basilica of the Sacred Heart as the tram audio had informed us that there were magnificent views from the church.

Our tour ticket gave us use of the public tram system as well. Arriving at 3.00pm we were able to go up to roof where we could view the city and view the dome of the church. 120 steps later and 8 euros lighter we stepped out onto the roof of the Basilica. The views are outstanding until we then stepped into the dome.

Then we went into the Basilica to view the tomb of Queen Maria who had built the church to keep a promise after giving birth to a son. Inside we found the tomb but I also found behind the tomb the Nativity Scene of Estrela Basilica sculptured by Joaquin Machado de Castro in wood and cork with over 450 ceramic and clay figures. Not only is this the biggest nativity scene you will ever see you will be surprised by all the people present at the birth of Christ – even a bloke with bag pipes! After that I decided to get a haircut.

We walked back to the old city along the tram tracks past the Parliament building but we could not go inside – at least that is what the two armed guards at the front door said and I was not in an argumentative mood. We discover some wonderful graffiti in Lisbon and it all seems to relate to the culture and the people. Here is one on the side of a building in the street below the Parliament. Then we passed what I thought at that time the most ornate church on the planet – Church of Santa Catrina and Monastery of the Paulists (Church of Saint Catherine – there must have been a sale on gold leaf and silver leaf in the 18th century and this church bought the lot!) I left there shaking my head about the extravagance of the Catholic Church – there is no end to it.

After that experience we found the funicular running down to the river banks of the River Targus and into the Time Out markets – a mixture of fresh food markets and restaurants, bars and dining areas, where there is nothing your heart could desire that was not for sale. Even beer on tap that you pulled for yourself. Take one credit card, tap it on the beer of your choice and pull your beer.

The day is drawing to a close. The traffic is chaotic so it’s time to take a tram home buy some dinner and get some rest for tomorrow is another day in Lisboa (Lisbon). The tram takes it time so I photograph one of the many baroque buildings in Lisbon. After arriving at the apartment we carefully make our way to a restaurant in Rua Ecole do Gervais – nothing special about the food but the view and the music floating up from the Fado restaurants below gave it charm its drab exterior would never convey.