Today is our last day in Lisbon and indeed Portugal, and we were determined to get on that damn tram!  Having learned our lesson with the No. 28, we decided to head down to the big archway and try our luck with the red historic tram.

We just have to get through these crowds of people first….

The line was relatively short – only 18 people in front of us and this tram only takes 20 people at a time – no standing.  There was a little mix up and confusion, therefore a long wait, but it did give me a good chance to help our some tourists with their travel needs.  I was able to tell a group from somewhere, I’m guessing Eastern Europe based on their accent, which buses went where – basically I just pointed to the map on the side of the bus stop and drew my finger along the line… but it seems to help.  I was also able to let them know that yes, they would be able to get off at the castle, but no, I didn’t know how long the trip took.

Finally on and in our seats at the back – tram bogans and we were off…

At the top of one big hill the driver let us off for 5 minutes to have a look at another cathedral.  He was being kind, but he also wanted to get out and have a smoke mid way through the ride.  So I jumped off and took a couple of snaps, but there were so many people coming in and out of the church that I gave that a miss.

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… and I didn’t want to leave Me Jenny for too long on the tram on her own.  Goodness knows what could have happened.

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We flew around the corner and the lady on the headphones told us about a thin blue house to our left…. people live here…  My guess is they have to crab walk from one end of the house to the other.

Finally at the end and we can tick the tram box off our list of must dos.

We had a little look around the massive square – Praca do Comercio that was rebuilt after the 1755 earthquake and subsequent tsunami and fire.  One guide told us that that is the square where all the ‘commercing’ happened.  They erected a statue of King José I who was king at the time of the 1755 earthquake (or hearthquake as they say in Portugal) and subsequent tsunami and fire.  He looks very regal and strong on his horse….

… but there’s something about the look on this horse’s face that tells me that he actually had a bit to do with things at the time and was never given recognition.

The top photo is not mine – but from Wikipedia and obviously taken on a lovely day…

Since we’ve been in Portugal and in fact before we even came, Me Jenny and I were very much looking forward to trying the Portuguese chicken.  With all the Nandos love you’d think that chicken was a diet staple here… but that’s not the case.  Yes, they’ve heard of Nandos, but that’s about it.  So as today was our last day, we went in search of chicken – with or without peri peri sauce and where do you go when you’ve got no wifi?

A place was found, a small walk was taken and in no time at all we were sitting down to a lovely Portuguese rotisserie chook and a glass of their finest cerveja.

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As we dined, the skies opened up and the rain that had been threatening to fall for the last week finally fell.  So brollies out and we headed home with a bag of pastel de natas for later…