It's only 25 km from Lisbon to Cascais but that distance - 30 minutes on a coastal train full of flip-flops, towels and day-trippers - puts you in an entirely different world to the big, bad, steaming city. I'd booked a room at this place and didn't regret it as 10 days passed in sunny bliss, fanned by an Atlantic breeze. Leaving England, flying from Humberside, I embarked on The Magnificent Journey That Not Many People Know About again, with a few hours to kill in Amsterdam that extended into 24 hours to kill in Amsterdam because for various reasons, ie. coffee shops, I missed my flight and clinking glasses that evening with a German woman who said "Well, I can't think of many better places to miss a flight" I agreed with her unanimously and caught the plane to Lisbon the next day, remembering not one detail of the hotel room I had stayed in. So it goes and here is how it went. Every now and then I take a photo that I'm really pleased with and this is one of them - a guy at sunset, on his bike, lighting a fag with the Atlantic and a ship behind him. It was taken in Cascais, Portugal, if you're interested.
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‘I don’t understand why when we destroy something created by man we call it vandalism, but when we destroy something created by nature we call it progress.’ Ed Begley Jr. * "The more I see of Humans the more I like my dog." Mark Twain * Only when the Last Tree Is Cut Down, The Last Fish Eaten, And the Last Stream Poisoned, Will Man Realize That Money Cannot be Eaten Cree Indian proverb Nb. Doesn't work in Google Chrome, no idea why not...
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