Wilson is fascinated by Lisbon's trams, and asked me to take his photo standing in front of one; unfortunately, we didn't have time to ride one, though.
Over a beer in a pavement café he asked if we couldn't move to Lisbon. Or Madeira. I said that Portuguese is a difficult language to learn and I didn't think I could cope, but he countered that he had heard even young children speaking it, so it couldn't be that hard!
Maybe his view is coloured by this being our last stop before chilly, grey Southampton and home.
There was some excitement as we left Lisbon and passed under the famous Ponte 25 de Abril Bridge — I think the captain said there was a seven metres clearance between the top of the ship and the bottom of the bridge, but W was sure he'd said seven millimetres and was planning which way to run when we struck it!
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