Journals from the Sky.

Heathrow bound with blocked ears, nose and head, a few too many trips to the toilet, excessive water consumption and constant yawning and swallowing. 

Wahoo! 

Entertained with books, magazines and a particularly addictive animated movie, Monsters University. 

A much appreciated sleep in this morning (with the daily morning sounds and smells of the shops and restaurants beneath opening and the early bird tourists littering the streets somehow passing through my sleepy head) before breakfast and we were out the door. 

First mission: journey to the famed Pasteis de Nata shop, nothing but the finest custard tarts Portugal has to offer. 

A picturesque coastal train took us to Belem and after a small spot of Lost Syndrome, we made it to the small suburb and into the cafe. 

Packed with camera wielding, khaki coated tourists, we squeezed into a table amidst the bustle and ordered custard tarts, hot chocolates and a (still nameless) sugar coated donut with a custard centre. A naughty lunch and purely divine, with perhaps the best hot chocolate I've ever had. 

Lost again, we somehow managed to locate the train station and after being shunned by the first we headed back to Lisbon to spend our Euros! 

Amoreiras shopping centre was the location for the next few hours where we could have been in any mall in the world. 

Gazing at the last of Lisboa's enchanting captivating mayhem before we were loading ourselves up with our heavier baggage, (the constantly increasing weight of my pack is both concerning and baffling) and busing back to the airport. 

Customs difficulties, lost boarding passes (the irresistibility of free perfume samples got the better of me) and off we went. 

Goodbye Portugal, obrigado.