My Escapes Portugal Lisbon Short Stop-over in Lisbon Returning to the Airport

Returning to the Airport...

Lisbon was enjoyable, but with a strong slumish feel almost everywhere...
After having seen the São Jorge Fortress, I struggle to het back to the airport as fast as I could.

It was an enjoyable, sweaty trip - a stop-over of roughly 3 hours.

The walk uphill to the fortress took longer than I expected, as I was trying to scoot out the entrance. I went more than halfway around the fortress to find the gate.
I had to get back to the airport to catch my flight or, risk remaining stranded in Lisbon without hotel, without my check-in luggage...

For the sake of excitement, after having been to the fortress, I chose a different path back to the Rossio metro station. But my curiosity almost got me lost (oops!).

Wicked things I saw there... like these thingies below...

Weird indeed... it's either the local madhouse or simply a "mad house" or, a crazy artist lives there... I'm all out of clues...

If you know more about what they could represent or who makes these, then do leave a post down below on this page.

I finally found my way to the Praça da Figueira where I caught a glimpse of Lisbon's famous vintage yellow trams...
Grabbed the subway from Rossio for a segment to Areeiro and then ran out to catch the airport bus...

Then, for some reason I had to wait a lot (about 45 minutes) for the airport bus to arrive.

Local elderly people at the station (who had excellent English skills and with a British accent as well!) tried to calming me down - "It'll come, it'll come! ...5 more minutes"

... 10 more minutes...

... 10 more minutes...

... 10 more minutes...

...the waiting bleeds into almost an hour and after a lot of sweating and nail-biting, a crowded bus drove into the station!

Lisbon is another one of those places where you can't rely on anything in terms of punctuality.

The bus took me on a different route leading to another part of the airport.
Staring out the bus' window I couldn't catch a glimpse of the main entrance.
As I was sanding on the bus' stairs, young traveler bloke stepping near me, preparing to get off.

I thought to myself:

"He seems to be getting ready, so this must be it, so I'll get off too"... and I got off at the next stop.

But what we did was to fool ourselves by looking at each other... He too thought that I knew, as I thought that he knew. So, we stepped-off at the wrong place...

Dodging cars and buses, dragging my wheelbag for half an hour approximately I finally found the right entrance to the airport.

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