Tag: travel

Lisbon by night

Lisbon by night is as interesting as it is by day. While we were there for work, we went out to dinner every night. I don’t have any photos from then, but here are some from my weekend off.

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This made me, Wolfgang and Rosangela laugh for a long time. Maybe it wasn’t an error, though. Maybe resistance does give rise to more resistance.

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The streets are lined with orange trees. I’m told these are Seville oranges, which I sometimes see at the grocery store labelled with the warning ‘BITTER ORANGES. Best used for marmalades and cooking’.

Despite the warnings, we decided that we would try them out.

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Many people seem to have had the same idea as us because we couldn’t find any low hanging fruit. Damjan and Rosangela, the tallest of the four of us, were tasked with fetching some oranges.

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Although Wolfgang is grimacing, he actually seemed to quite enjoy suffering.

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And here is a view of Lisbon from a lookout that our hostel manager recommended. In fact, he mapped out an extremely detailed itinerary for us for the two days that we were there.

Lisbon Oceanarium

If I have only a few days to spend in a city, I tend to spend those days walking around. I prefer not to visit a big attraction that takes up the whole day.

In Lisbon, I made an exception. We finished up work on Thursday. Damjan was flying in Friday night so I didn’t mind frittering away my Friday until he arrived. I figured I would save my city exploring so that we could go together.

This is how Wolfgang, Rosangela and I ended up at the Lisbon Oceanarium. I absolutely did not regret it — such a wonderful place! It’s the largest aquarium in Europe. It has five massive tanks. The one in the middle represents the open ocean. The other four surrounding the centre tank represent the Atlantic, the Indian, the Pacific and the Antarctic Oceans.

My favourite sight was the single sunfish. I have never heard of this fish before. It is huge! According to Wikipedia, the sunfish has been recorded at ‘up to 3.3 metres (11 ft) in length and 2 tonnes (2.2 short tons) in weight’. You’ll see in one of my photos below Wolfgang standing next to the sunfish.

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At the entry, a massive ancient sea creature is made of crushed aluminium cans. There are lots of environmental messages throughout the Oceanarium.

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The Oceanarium was full of loud kids.

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This is the open ocean tank. I think I saw those funny (serious-looking) fish below the manta ray in ‘Finding Nemo’.

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Open ocean

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There are schools of fish in the tank. Apparently, when the scientists notice that the schools are getting smaller, they realise that the bigger fish are not getting enough food. The big fish are hand fed. Shrinking schools mean that something is wrong with the nutrient balance.

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These are Atlantic Ocean birds.

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This manta looks like it’s flying.

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The sunfish! The next photos are a series showing the sunfish being fed.

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Sunfish feeding

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Sunfish feeding

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Sunfish feeding. You can see the hand reaching down. How does the sunfish know that the food’s for him?

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Squid for lunch.

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These birds were in the Antarctic Ocean. They flew around the tourists quite happily and weren’t scared at all.

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This is is ice in the Antarctic Ocean. It is an extremely odd smooth texture. It’s because the ice is growing from the inside. It’s growing around an extremely cold pipe of some sort.

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This is an sea otter in the Pacific Ocean exhibit. It was very cute.

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Some shells encrusted on rocks in the Pacific Ocean.

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Wolfgang next to the sunfish.

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This lady’s talking on her mobile and her baby is watching the fish screensaver.

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This photo looks like something you might see in a Chinese restaurant.

Lisbon photos

Long overdue, here are some photos from my trip to Lisbon, Portugal.

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We found a hostel in the very centre of the city. When we stepped out, we were already on a main boulevard, Rua Augusta.

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Lisbon seems to be an environmentally conscious city. The police had electric vehicles. Here’s one for tourists.

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Here’s another example. In Europe, buildings require an ‘energy performance certificate’, which is a rating of how energy efficient the building is. These were being advertised in many bus shelters.

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And besides these signs, even the ATMs where you get cash out had a sign telling you how much energy it was using!

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This is the view of some rooftops from a lookout in Alfama, which is Lisbon’s old Moorish part.

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That’s Castelo de São Jorge (Castle of St George) on the hill top.

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I spotted this sign and it took me a second to understand what it meant.

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And here it is! A very basic urinal on the streets approaching Castelo de São Jorge.

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Although this was only a small tourist shop, it still had a large stock of port. Portugal is, of course known for the port, a fortified dessert wine. I used to drink it rather regularly after eating three courses at Cambridge formal hall.

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Many houses were drying their clothes high up on the second, third or fourth floor of a building. What happens when a bit of clothing falls from a laundry line four storeys up?

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You’d think only scooters could get up these streets but there are also quite a few Smart cars and tiny Renaults motoring around here. I think you need to be brave, driving around Lisbon.

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A window sill that caught my eye.

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Lisbon is a well developed city but there are quite a few abandoned derelict buildings. The city is still rebuilding after the 1755 Great Lisbon Earthquake.

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I spotted these mail boxes in a derelict building. Amazingly, one or two of them were still being used.

Aeroplane food

How bizarre and interesting!

The Age reports, ‘No turbulence at A380 superjumbo restaurant‘.

Imagine boarding a plane without security checks or even tickets and more importantly, there’s more than just fish or chicken for dinner.

Set in a dull commercial building in central Taipei, the A380 In-Flight Kitchen looks and functions like an airline in many ways, expect that it serves a regular restaurant menu of Western food, sometimes in plastic trays.

From the picture gallery the food doesn’t look all that much better than real aeroplane food. However, as I was growing up, any Western food was exciting. My favourite thing about being in hospital for a week whe I was 12 years old was the food. Mmm… Aeroplane Jelly.

Sinking cheese

In this age of cheap no-frills flying, it seems extravagant that on the 2.5 hour flight from London to Lisbon, we were served breakfast.

I expected a bread roll — a packaged croissant, if we were lucky. Imagine my pleasure, then, in being handed a warm foil-wrapped package. I could smell something yummy inside.

I tore it open to find a toasted tomato roll. Well, actually, it was a toasted cheese and tomato roll but I didn’t find out until halfway through. In melting, the cheese must have sunk to the bottom.

Wolfgang and Rosangela showed me their silvery packages. They too had found a pool of cheese stuck to the bottom of the wrapper.

Wolfgang remarked, ‘They must heat the rolls standing up. It seems like a fundamentally silly thing to do. Don’t you think they would have worked it out by now?’

After three days working in Lisbon, Damjan flew in to join us on Friday night. He arrived at 11:30pm, a bit tired but ready to see the sights.

‘Have you had dinner yet?’ I asked.

‘Oh, enough,’ Damjan replied. ‘They gave us something on the plane. It was a ham and cheese roll.’

Wolfgang immediately asked, ‘And had all the cheese sunk to the bottom?’

Damjan looked startled. ‘Yes, actually! How did you know?’

Wolfgang, Rosangela and I just laughed.

Lisbon

I am in Lisbon, Portugal. I have been working on a project here and have stayed on to be a tourist on the weekend. Damjan flew here on Friday night. We’ve had a great time eating seafood and custard tarts. We’re flying back to London in a few hours. I will have some photos from our trip soon.

The golden hours

I really like the light in Cambridge and London, which are the places that I’ve lived in the UK. When the sun is out, we get a soft golden light. It’s the same as the light we get on an early Melbourne morning, only we’re getting at two or three o’clock in the afternoon in London/Cambridge.

The ‘golden hours‘ are when sunlight comes in at low angles. In Melbourne, I could get this kind of light at 7 AM on a spring morning. By 9 AM, though, the Melbourne sun is bright and white, which makes shadows pretty hard. Here, though, the golden hours last much longer.

For a long time, I wondered if I was just imagining it. Maybe I was exaggerating the brightness and directness of Melbourne light in my mind. Maybe I’ve just been paying more attention to the light here.

However, someone has given me a plausible explanation for London/Cambridge’s extended golden hours. I’ve been living at 52 degrees north. Melbourne is 38 degrees south. The difference in distance from the equator could mean that the elevation of the sun (the inclination?) is lower here in London/Cambridge than it is in Melbourne.

Do you think that’s right? Would such a latitude difference be noticeable?

This is Sackler Crossing at Kew Gardens. The light was really, really gorgeous at about 4 PM.

Unfortunately, it seems my lens was dirty. I didn’t notice the blemishes in this photo until now. I haven’t cleaned my lens recently so it’s probably still like that.


Here is the famous Canterbury Cathedral, centre of the Anglican world. (Doesn’t it look a lot like the Dom in Cologne? All that Gothic architecture, I guess.)


The cloisters of Canterbury Cathedral, which look a lot like the cloisters I’ve come across in Oxford.


The herbarium of the cathedral.


The ruins of Canterbury Castle, formerly a vital line of defence against the French, then a storage depot for a gas company.


A nice tree in a nice Canterbury garden.

Rock bottom globes

For my birthday, Damjan and I had a weekend away in Canterbury. I could have asked for the world.

It wouldn’t have cost Damjan that much.

Instead, he bought me pigeon risotto with barley pearls.

And then there were the guys in asbestos suits playing big band numbers. They were really cool. One of them was a girl but it’s hard to tell which one.

Photos from Germany

Here are some photos from my trip to Belgium and Germany last month.

A gate in the treasure room of the Belfry of Brugge.

The moon over a building in Brugge.

There are secret courtyards dotted throughout Berlin. Mo, our host in Berlin, took us to one that was the urban canvas of artists. We found this giant mechanical bat, which sprang to roaring and whistling life once we fed it a euro coin.

The Jewish Museum in Berlin. The museum space has no windows except for these slits through the metal walls.

The Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe in Berlin. The square columns of the memorial ‘are designed to produce an uneasy, confusing atmosphere, and the whole sculpture aims to represent a supposedly ordered system that has lost touch with human reason’. Having walked amongst the looming columns while rain drizzled down, I can say that the architects and engineers managed to create the atmosphere they were aiming for.

The Neptune Fountain in Berlin.

Rooftop statues in Dresden.

In Leipzing, Damjan managed to get a water bell to resonate by running his hands back and forth on the handles. The water shimmied too.

This comes from the Marriage Carousel in Nuremburg, which represents ‘marriage from the first stages of ardent love via exhausting struggles, and right through to the death bed’.

German cities are dotted with public bicycles, managed by Deutsch Bahn. You need to call a phone number in order to get a particular bike unlocked. I only ever saw one person riding a DB bike. I wonder if the bikes are used much?

The very impressive, very Gothic Dom in Cologne/Koln.

And here is on the inside, full of tourists who defy the rules in the hope that they can somehow light the awesome space with their puny flashes. I hate dumb tourists.

‘How was your holiday?’

Whenever one comes back from extended leave, people always ask, ‘How was your holiday?’

On my first day of work today, I answered this question (and variations of it) about eight times. It was a challenge to give a different yet meaningful reply every time.

Usually, I started with ‘It was great’ or ‘Really good’.

Then I focused on one or two of the following.

‘Germany was cold and it snowed most of the time. I wasn’t prepared for it and didn’t have any thermals. It was fine, though, once my legs got numb.’

‘It was a real pleasure, travelling around on German trains. They’re as punctual and reliable as everyone says they are.’

‘I liked — well, ‘like’ isn’t the right word, probably ‘was fascinated by’ — learning about World War II, the Nazis, the Berlin War, the Stasi, Jewish persecution… I feel a bit bad that I didn’t know much at all about this history. I don’t remember when the Berlin Wall fell. I wish I did. It would have been… very emotional, I think.’

‘My favourite thing was being able to eat lots of fast food because it was a ‘cultural experience’. I ate Belgian chocolate and waffles, potato fries, currywurst, brotwurst, kebabs and boreks.’

‘They have really good bread in Germany. For kebabs, bread isn’t just something to hold the food together. The bread itself was really tasty.’

‘I liked visiting the castle at Nuremburg. I didn’t get to visit the Disney castle in the Black Forest, though. I’ll have to go back one day to see it.’

‘There were many grand old buildings in Germany. But after a while, I found out that lots of these ‘grand old buildings’ are actually recreated to look like ones that were bombed in the war. It was Disneyland.’

‘We stayed in hostels. I think that I’m getting to that stage, though, where I don’t really want to do the hostel thing. We had some good ones, which I can recommend, but there were one or two that I didn’t feel comfortable in. Cleanliness, it wasn’t always there.’

‘The trip was about history, architecture and food. After two weeks, it did become a bit of a blur — “Oh, another old building, another chocolate shop.” I’m looking forward to a holiday that’s more about mountain views, clouds and moonrises.’