The longest bridge in Europe
Azulejo and the old town are great, but today I want to show you a bit different side of charismatic Lisbon. Today I searched the base of the Vasco da Gama bridge in the Parque das Nações parish. I got out of metro in Oriente train terminal, which was build for the Expo ’98 and stayed there for another 20 minutes for sure. Then I discovered the glass building of Vasco da Gama shopping mall next to the station and went mad taking pictures again. I am a child of the concrete jungle, the beauty of the nature often does not affect me as much as cold unfriendly glass architecture.
Afterwards I walked along the Tagus river next to the cable cars in direction of the Vasco da Gama tower. Unfortunately, I could not go this way for long. I have never reached the bridge base because of the piercing wind, which for some unknown reason hasn’t stopped some people from jogging in shorts and tank tops. At one point I thought that I would be carried away to the magical Land of Oz and I would have to search a wizard to ask him for a new brain because my old one has been blown out by the wind.
