Lisbon!

In spite of his standing on the seat and constantly calling 'Choose me! Choose me!' Wilson was not chosen to participate in last night's stage hypnotism show. He was a bit disappointed, but mostly it made him very sceptical. After the show he told me he thought it was all a fix, but he'd bear Hypnotism in mind in case his career in Spirit Mediumship fell through.

Today we are is Lisbon, which is our final port of call. We're on the return leg of our journey and after another two Sea Days shall be back in Southampton. 

First we went to see the Torre de Belém or St Vincent's Tower, which was interesting but couldn't compete for Wilson's attention with a statue of a bi-plane a few metres away, commemorating the first flight across the South Atlantic. 

W gazed at it, misty-eyed, saying it reminded him of his ancestor the Blue Baron who fought in the Great Ant Wars of 1921, and also of the time he himself was taking flying lessons. A period I would prefer not to remember…

Next we went into the great Jerónimos Monastery, a huge, late-Gothic building in white stone. When we got inside, W started running about and shouting 'Geronimoooo!' I started to rebuke him, but he said that having been raised a Roman Catholic in Costa Rica he was pretty blasé about churches, and anyway he was only shouting the name of the saint.