We left just after dawn, boarding more or less directly from the lounge after morning ablutions and cuppa. There was a call to prayer sounding out as the sun rose, a beautiful thing to hear, but perhaps not so welcome for those drowsing between flights.
We had a B773 to Lisbon, and as ever I marvelled out the window at the impressive display of wealth as we taxied for takeoff. The huge airliners parked like so many shopping trolleys.
And, as ever, pointless taking photographs once airborne. The haze all but ruins any panoramic shots. The world's tallest building is a dim shape in the gloom.
We picked at our economy breakfasts. There were okay, but let's face it, fresh coffee, smoked salmon and sweet pastries with a glass of Moet to smooth the journey trump anything in foil and plastic served at the back of the bus.
We had the first row of three doubles right at the back. Ten abreast seating in economy, but as the fuselage narrows, the outer seating drops from three across to two, perfect for couples. The first of these rows are the pick, because the seats face slightly outboard, giving a modest increase in legroom for the window seat. There's also a jog in the aisle, making getting in and out a little easier, because there is room for people to stand out of the flow along the aisle.
Granted, there's hundreds of passengers ahead on arrival, but unless you're in a screaming hurry, that doesn't matter. The first passengers out still have to wait for their luggage.
A pleasant daytime flight. For a change, there were no fascists insisting that window shades be lowered. Cathay Pacific is really good at this, and longhaul flights are pretty much solid darkness, despite the scenery outside. I like looking out at the Middle East, the Mediterranean, the various lands beneath. Even a cloudscape is worth contemplating.
The inflight entertainment was good. Not quite as well arranged as Qantas, but plenty of choice. Kerri tried out her new headphones, and let me have a go. They did their job well, and I resolved to get some of my own when I could.
We flew into Lisbon from the south, over the broad estuary of the Tagus, almost directly over our hotel. Some excellent views before landing.
Once on the ground, we had to walk and walk and walk for immigration. We passed glassed-in stations, where people stood looking out at the passing traffic. They puzzled me until I realised that everyone inside was puffing on cigarettes.
Immigration was painless, though even more painless for EU passport holders, who simply scanned their passports at automatic stands, while I was forced to smile at a bored guard. Another stamp in the passport; Portugal is a new one for me.
I bless my big yellow LL Bean rolling duffle at every carousel. I can spot it the instant it drops onto the belt, and nobody is ever going to run away with it. Everyone should follow my lead on this. Life would be so much easier if we didn't all have nondescript black or brown baggage.
Taxi into town. I'm sure there's public transport and Ubers are available, but Kerri gets her expenses repaid, and she needs a receipt for the trip. Besides, where do the Ubers pick up?
Lisbon has good roads, the airport isn't too far from the city, we were at our hotel quick enough. I loved the way the cabbie just jumped up onto the footpath at the front entrance.
We were only a hundred metres from Marchese de Pombal, standing high on a pillar in the middle of a great roundabout, looking down Liberation Avenue to the old city, his pet lion standing improbably at his knee. This is the chap who rebuilt Lisbon after the 1755 earthquake. There are two Metro stations beneath the roundabout, buses leave from stops along the edge, and avenues radiate out. There's a park for walking, restaurants abound, and even an impressive Burger King for those desiring foreign food.
We had withdrawn some Euro at the airport, which made for an uncomfortably (for me, at any rate) large tip to the doorrman who brought our bags up. Ten Euro is probably too much, and next time around I'll buy a stick of gum or something so as to get some change.
The room - in the
SANA Lisboa - was ten floors up, had a Nespresso machine, and a great view.