Midnight at the Oasis - but do the Camels know the words?.....

[Pushka]

Before there were camels, there was Malta. And before Morocco had a chance to dazzle us, confuse us, or possibly rearrange our luggage and expectations, there was Lisbon, where we are now, sitting in a hotel so beautiful it has already earned its own paragraph. I love reading back over old travel reports, not because they are polished pieces of literature, but because they catch the little things I would otherwise forget: the first impressions, the wrong turns, the hotel breakfasts, the views from a window, the moments that seemed ordinary at the time and then became the trip. So this is where the Morocco story begins, so not in Morocco at all, but with a preliminary wander through Malta and Lisbon, before the desert, before the oasis, and well before we discover whether the camels know any of the words.

 

[RooFlyer]

Forget your glasses @Pushka ?

 

[Pushka]

Forget your glasses @Pushka ?

I pasted in a hurry. But. I no longer need glasses. Better now?

 

[Pushka]

Preliminary – Malta
The plan to meet up with our son, daughter-in-law and her parents was actually hatched about two years ago. Someone looked at a map, declared that Malta was “roughly halfway” between Australia and the UK, and from that moment it somehow became the obvious choice.

Then the world started interfering.

The tensions with Iran had airlines changing routes, cancelling flights and generally making everyone wonder whether we’d actually get there. In the end it all sorted itself out, although not before we’d spent far too much time checking airline apps instead of packing.

The hotel changed. Then it changed again.

Somewhere along the way we also discovered a slightly unusual airfare trick. By booking through Bali we managed to get remarkably cheap business class all the way to Europe. There was, of course, a catch. It meant starting the whole adventure with a budget Jetstar hop from Adelaide to Bali, and finishing exactly the same way on the trip home.

Nothing says “you’ve arrived” quite like champagne in business class… immediately after squeezing your carry-on into a Jetstar overhead locker.

Still, the numbers stacked up, so that became the plan. A rather odd itinerary perhaps, but one that got us all to the same tiny island in the middle of the Mediterranean, which was the whole point in the first place.

 

[Pushka]

And then Lisbon appeared

So Malta was sorted.

But two years earlier we’d gone to Portugal to catch up with the same family members and realised we had travelled all that way for one week. It really didn’t cut the mustard. Lovely, yes. Sensible, no.

So we needed more.

MrP happened to mention Morocco. Within a day we had booked what is a 12-day land trip with Luxury Escapes. As you do.

That left a gap.

We first thought cruise, but after being so sick in Honolulu on the Hawaiian cruise, that idea lost its shine fairly quickly. So the next question was: what’s between Malta and Morocco?

Lisbon, apparently.

Thank God we didn’t pick France, because they are having the heatwave. So Lisbon it was.

We’d never been there, had often wanted to go to Portugal, and I like Portuguese tarts. Well, that's not true. We were in Portugal two years ago as mentioned but stayed in a gated community in an air bnb and its location meant we saw zero.zero of the country. We literally did - no sightseeing.

That was it. Done.