Last post of my Portugal series

I arrived in Lisbon late in the evening to spend the night and catch my flight early next morning. I woke up before the sun and booked an Uber for the airport. Diego, the driver was warm and welcoming, and we had a little chat on our way. He asked me about my travels and whether or not if I liked the place. I enquired about him and his life. Apparently, he wasn’t very happy with his life. He had to work 2 jobs and said its a normal thing for people in Portugal. He had to drive the cab for 12-13 hours when he wasn’t working on the other job. It was not possible for him to pay rent with just one job. Like some other Portuguese, he complained about the taxes and corruption. However, he held high praise for the new prime minister but was concerned that others in the ministry won’t let him last long. According to him, Portugal is a very nice place for tourists, with beach, sun, sea, food, everything nice. But for locals, they have to pay even when they are sick. “You cannot be sick for long in Portugal, if you’re sick for long, you die..”. The wildfire in the summer could also have been controlled, but the government officials were bribed and no adequate steps were taken to prevent the fire. The officials didn’t care because none of the dead were their families.

He complained about a few more things till we arrived at the airport. I think he just needed someone to talk to and express his disappointment. The sun had already come out by this time. I thanked him, hugged him, and said goodbye and walked into the check-in to board my flight for one final time in Lisbon.

It has been an amazing one month spent in Portugal. I met a lot of fantastic people, crazy ones, experienced great things, had eventful times, seen some unreal places.

I am also thankful to the Schwarzkopf Foundation Young Europe for funding a part of the travel through their grant. It’s a wonderful initiative to encourage young people to travel.


Till next time, Adeus Portugal!!






There is something fascinating about airports, a noticeable pattern of human behaviour.

People rushing to their terminals, saying last minute good byes, some troubled with their overweight luggage, some lost, some sad, some happy. This sight of emotions is so overwhelming, looks like some of them are escaping life, moving on, looking forward to a new beginning. There’s a special spark of hope brightening their face. Others are a bit disappointed and dull on leaving behind things. Broken hearts, unfulfilled desired, empty dreams, lost ambitions. I was one such person, a part of this crowd while boarding my plane for India.

During a transition at Moscow, I finally had some time for myself. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat quietly in the corner at a colorful cafe. It was drizzling outside, I looked out of the window, paused and reflected on life for a few hours.


Colourful Cafe, Moscow

On hearing the last call for my flight, I rushed through the bustling corridors of the busy airport. The smiling crew greeted the passengers into the flight and within minutes we were above the clouds. It was late evening and I looked outside the window in the horizon. The dusk above the grayish clouds, gleaming orange and the as the plane move color slowly started fading.


Dusk, view from the window

Next morning, as the flight landed I woke in New Delhi.