On my way to Rio I took a stop over in Lisbon. Always when I go to Rio the worst part is the seat in the airplane, so I have decided to spend some of my money on business flights.
It is really comfortable compared to economy class. Especially the seat, because it can be adjusted with a press on a button to any desired position. Even full flat – almost like a real bed – when it is time to sleep.
Happily landed in Lisbon I went down to the metro station – Aeroporto – and bought a 24 hour ticket euro 6.50 for any public transportation unit in the city.
I took the Linha Vermelha (red tube) to station Alameda. Switched over to Linha Verde (green tube) until I stepped off at Martim Moniz, and crossed the Praza to my Hotel Mundial.
View from my room on the 6th floor where you can see Praza Martim Moniz.
It is sunday morning on the 15. of December and the temperature was around 20 degrees Celsius.
I saw a group of very young scouts, guided by two adult scouts. Everyone dressed in clean and shining uniforms, like a corpse of soldiers heading for the battle.
For me it’s a rare and somehow spectacular view, because I remember for about 40 years ago it was a common sight in Denmark. Today I don’t know if there’s anybody still doing these kind of things. Is it a relict from some fascist organisation? Is it a dream of keeping at least a little order in the mess, most of us feel very involved in, but miserably helpless to find a reasonable way out and “home”? Those were actually questions with no answers at all. Unfortunately.
Quite a difference from Copenhagen where I left a cloudy capital quite a bit colder. Don’t remember exactly but it was maybe 5 degrees Celsius.