Cascais – Mouth of Hell
We had breakfast in the hotel this morning. When we left the hotel we walked to the same Metro stop we had used the previous night. Even though it was about 10:00, the stop was closed. I do not know why.
So, we crossed the street and hailed a taxi. We needed to get to the station at Cais do Sodre. That is where we caught the train to Cascais. Once again, with our LisboaCard, we were able to hop right on the next train. For anyone planning to go to Lisbon, I would highly recommend this card. One can buy it for 24, 28, or 72 hours. Our train departed promptly at 10:20. We arrived in Cascais at about 11:00. It was a beautiful ride because the train hugs the coastline for much of the route.
We got off of the train and began walking in the general direction of the tourist office. We ended up walking down Rua Frederico looking for the office. Along the way we stopped in several of the tourist stores. When we finally arrived at the tourist office we found it was closed. We thought that was quite unusual for a beautiful Saturday morning.
Next we walked to the fish market which is, as one might imagine, right next to the dock. The fish market was also closed. I found out later that the market opens around 17:00 on Saturdays and the sale is an auction. Near the fish market was a very large stone building. I was not able to determine what that building was. From that building was a cement pier jutting out into the bay. That is where the catch of the day comes ashore. I walked to the end of the pier and took several photos. The sunshine and the brilliant blue sky really added to the photos.
We had been hunting for a restroom since we arrived. Finally, we stopped at the patio cafe of the Hotel Baia. We stopped there for a vino tinto and a Coke. Luckily they had some very clean restrooms. We lounged there for a while in the beautiful weather and watched the activity surrounding the bay.
After our drinks we strolled down a different street. In a shop there I was able to find a sticker of Portugal that I put in my journal. At that same store Leslie got another magnet (if she continues her collection, we will soon be able to get an MRI standing beside the refrigerator). At a separate store, just off of Rua Regimento 19 da Infantaria, I found a guidebook on Portugal which was published by the same company that publishes the guidebooks I have bought about Spain.
We stopped for lunch at a sidewalk cafe called O Poeta. It was at the corner of Rua Regimento 19 da Infantaria and Largo Luiz de Camoes. The three of us split two Italian pepperoni pizzas. We thought they were the best ever…probably due mainly to the ambiance. To put it over the top, there was a wandering accordion player; very enjoyable and very relaxing!
After lunch we walked about 20 or 30 minutes out of town to Boca do Inferno (Mouth of Hell). Along the way, we decided to walk down toward the water’s edge. It is incredibly rocky. We could only get to within about 20 yards of the ocean. To get directly to the water’s edge would have required much more agility and energy than any of us had. Boca do Inferno is an area where there are cliffs facing the Atlantic Ocean. At one of the cliffs is a hole. As the waves reach the cliffs they go through the hole and “blow” straight up. I can only imagine what this area looks like when there is a severe storm. There were two plaques we saw that were commemorating people that had apparently been drug to their death through Boca do Inferno. That was quite gruesome, but the views were striking.
Just prior to the cliffs, there was a restaurant, a coffee shop and an open air market selling tourist items. Of course we had to go through the market. Leslie found a wonderful crocheted sweater for only 20 Euros. The older lady from whom she bought the sweater also threw in a hand embroidered dish towel. The towel says the following in Portuguese; “Passei por aqui lembrei me de ti”. Roughly translated I believe it means “I passed through here and thought of you.”
After we finished at the Boca do Inferno, we stood at a bus stop, waiting for the next bus. It arrived some fifteen minutes later. We got on only to find out our LisboaCards did not work. We got off and decided to wait for a taxi. About five minutes later a taxi came by and we flagged it down. As we were about halfway back to the train station, the driver asked if we had called the taxi. We said no, we had just flagged him down. That really made him upset; not at us, he was just fretting about it all the way to the train station.
We caught the next train out of Cascais and made our way back to our hotel. Tyler was not feeling well, so we just sort of lounged in the room. Because he was feeling bad, we decided to just eat that evening in the hotel.
At dinner, Tyler and I began with a cream of vegetable soup that was wonderful. Leslie had a Cesar salad. For the main course I had grilled sea bass. I thought I had died and gone to heaven! It was absolutely delicious. Leslie and Tyler had some sort of chicken and vegetable dish. They both liked it, but it certainly did not look as good as mine.
After dinner it was back to the room.