Lisbon was the next stop. A city that I loved the first time round and the one that I wouldn't get the chance to enjoy on this trip. The weather was appalling and the steep, narrow cobble-streets are lethal traps. The spirits were still high of course, especially at the cafe with the apt name "A Brasileira". I hadn't seen someone holding an umbrella underneath one of these huge table umbrellas, just to have a smoke and a coffee in the cataclysm. And I thought I was serious with my C&C.
Anyway, the main point is that by now a plan was devised. A long detour around Europe by train solely. Ok, and one bus and one ferry. From the Atlantic to the Ionian Sea and then a flight (the only one) to Christmas.