Lisbon Oceanarium

If I have only a few days to spend in a city, I tend to spend those days walking around. I prefer not to visit a big attraction that takes up the whole day.

In Lisbon, I made an exception. We finished up work on Thursday. Damjan was flying in Friday night so I didn’t mind frittering away my Friday until he arrived. I figured I would save my city exploring so that we could go together.

This is how Wolfgang, Rosangela and I ended up at the Lisbon Oceanarium. I absolutely did not regret it — such a wonderful place! It’s the largest aquarium in Europe. It has five massive tanks. The one in the middle represents the open ocean. The other four surrounding the centre tank represent the Atlantic, the Indian, the Pacific and the Antarctic Oceans.

My favourite sight was the single sunfish. I have never heard of this fish before. It is huge! According to Wikipedia, the sunfish has been recorded at ‘up to 3.3 metres (11 ft) in length and 2 tonnes (2.2 short tons) in weight’. You’ll see in one of my photos below Wolfgang standing next to the sunfish.

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At the entry, a massive ancient sea creature is made of crushed aluminium cans. There are lots of environmental messages throughout the Oceanarium.

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The Oceanarium was full of loud kids.

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This is the open ocean tank. I think I saw those funny (serious-looking) fish below the manta ray in ‘Finding Nemo’.

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Open ocean

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There are schools of fish in the tank. Apparently, when the scientists notice that the schools are getting smaller, they realise that the bigger fish are not getting enough food. The big fish are hand fed. Shrinking schools mean that something is wrong with the nutrient balance.

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These are Atlantic Ocean birds.

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This manta looks like it’s flying.

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The sunfish! The next photos are a series showing the sunfish being fed.

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Sunfish feeding

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Sunfish feeding

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Sunfish feeding. You can see the hand reaching down. How does the sunfish know that the food’s for him?

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Squid for lunch.

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These birds were in the Antarctic Ocean. They flew around the tourists quite happily and weren’t scared at all.

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This is is ice in the Antarctic Ocean. It is an extremely odd smooth texture. It’s because the ice is growing from the inside. It’s growing around an extremely cold pipe of some sort.

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This is an sea otter in the Pacific Ocean exhibit. It was very cute.

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Some shells encrusted on rocks in the Pacific Ocean.

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Wolfgang next to the sunfish.

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This lady’s talking on her mobile and her baby is watching the fish screensaver.

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This photo looks like something you might see in a Chinese restaurant.

Lisbon photos

Long overdue, here are some photos from my trip to Lisbon, Portugal.

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We found a hostel in the very centre of the city. When we stepped out, we were already on a main boulevard, Rua Augusta.

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Lisbon seems to be an environmentally conscious city. The police had electric vehicles. Here’s one for tourists.

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Here’s another example. In Europe, buildings require an ‘energy performance certificate’, which is a rating of how energy efficient the building is. These were being advertised in many bus shelters.

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And besides these signs, even the ATMs where you get cash out had a sign telling you how much energy it was using!

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This is the view of some rooftops from a lookout in Alfama, which is Lisbon’s old Moorish part.

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That’s Castelo de São Jorge (Castle of St George) on the hill top.

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I spotted this sign and it took me a second to understand what it meant.

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And here it is! A very basic urinal on the streets approaching Castelo de São Jorge.

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Although this was only a small tourist shop, it still had a large stock of port. Portugal is, of course known for the port, a fortified dessert wine. I used to drink it rather regularly after eating three courses at Cambridge formal hall.

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Many houses were drying their clothes high up on the second, third or fourth floor of a building. What happens when a bit of clothing falls from a laundry line four storeys up?

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You’d think only scooters could get up these streets but there are also quite a few Smart cars and tiny Renaults motoring around here. I think you need to be brave, driving around Lisbon.

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A window sill that caught my eye.

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Lisbon is a well developed city but there are quite a few abandoned derelict buildings. The city is still rebuilding after the 1755 Great Lisbon Earthquake.

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I spotted these mail boxes in a derelict building. Amazingly, one or two of them were still being used.

Blue rinse

Taking my laundry out of the washing machine, I was shocked to discover that my clothes had turned blue.

I can’t figure out the culprit — was it the tea towel or my denim shorts? Neither are new but they were the only blue items in the load. Also, I had done my washing at the relatively mild temperature of 40°C.

It’s a mystery. I guess I’ll try hand washing the denim to see if any more blue comes out.

Luckily, there was nothing critical in the wash, mainly t-shirts, socks and underclothes. Initially, I had put a new red cotton summer dress in the machine but after some thought, I took it out because I was worried it might turn everything red!

Nice save, eh. And maybe otherwise, my clothes would have all turned purple!

Hyper-connected

I’m a pretty Web-2.0-savvy kind of person. I have a domain name, a blog, I’m on Facebook, LinkedIn… No one could say that I’m a Luddite.

However, I have to ask — what’s with this Twitter thing? So much press, ‘everyone’ is on it. A few weeks ago, the Guardian reported:

…it is huge step up to hold, as the Israeli consulate in New York did last week, a public, government-backed “citizens’ conference” on the social site Twitter – and then to keep replying to comments from all over the globe. It has proved massively popular: the consulate’s Twitter site (twitter.com/israelconsulate) yesterday afternoon had 3,739 followers, and at one point was posting a new comment, or answer to a comment, nearly every second.

On the Twitter website, it says, ‘With Twitter, you can stay hyper–connected to your friends and always know what they’re doing.’

  • Eating soup? Research shows that moms want to know.
  • Running late to a meeting? Your co–workers might find that useful.
  • Partying? Your friends may want to join you.

Why? Why would you want to be hyper-connected?

I usually can’t think of anything non-banal to pass onto my friends via my Facebook status. So I don’t update.

According to Twitter, though, my friends, family and co-workers want to know the banal details of my life. Eh? Really? Really really?

Tagged

In the past, I’ve written about how terrified the seven year old Joan was of tag games. I have grown up a bit such that being tagged by misscipher is not scary, but is in fact a useful prompt for self reflection.

10 things I love

  1. Dancing to songs with a rhythm so clear and catchy that I can’t not move
  2. Going to restaurants with my mum, dad and brother
  3. People at work telling me that they appreciate what I do
  4. Mangoes in summer
  5. Blogging
  6. Taking photos, making them look nice, then sharing them with other people
  7. Reading fantasy and science fiction books
  8. Having a personal project, like setting up a new blog and researching to buy a gadget
  9. Challenging and interesting discussions with Damjan
  10. Food and farmers’ markets

Only 10 allowed? I can think of a few more.

10 things I don’t like

  1. Myself when I forget that I don’t know everything
  2. People who use their cameras and/or camera flashes in museums, churches, aquariums, on the London Eye (this enrages me)
  3. The idea that climate change and energy is the only or most important sustainability issue
  4. People who avoid their responsibility to deal with unpleasant or difficult situations
  5. Savoury drinks
  6. Certain foods that feel slippery in my mouth
  7. Unshakable faith in the sanctity of markets
  8. People who don’t try to see things from other people’s point of view
  9. Living on a main street, where the noise of cars, motorcycles, trucks and emergency vehicles make it hard to sleep
  10. Jogging and running

5 random things

  1. Following the relative success of my chocolate ban, I am now two weeks into a ‘crisp and chip’ ban.
  2. For three years, I kept a daily journal because I felt like it was the ‘right’ thing to do. It was only in my fourth year that I started to look forward to writing in it. I am now in my seventh year.
  3. I used to think that I would be happy enough living in a rented house. Now that I’ve lived in three flatshares in three years, I am really looking forward to buying a home and making it my own.
  4. There are 136 websites in my Bloglines RSS reader.
  5. I am going to Mauritius next week to see my best friend Kate (who taught me how to chew gum) get married to Avi.

I tag…

Blood sugar

Brain… slow.

Have I typed anything in the last ten minutes?

Sugar! I need sugar!

Nothing in my drawer. Supplies are out.

Mariane, do you have anything?

I’ll try the kitchen.

(wake up, wake up)

THERE! Grapes, melon, orange, apple.

Mrmph, mmmrm, rmph. Left-overs from meetings, mmmrm…

Saved.

Morning showers

On my way to work, there is a section of road where rain water creates a puddle so large, that cars have to swerve to get around it.

One morning, as I walked toward this section, I heard a shriek. A truck had decided not to dodge the puddle. In hurtling through it, the poor girl walking in front of me was drenched.

I stopped. There was no way I was walking past that puddle while cars zoomed by. I looked back to get my timing right. When I spotted a break in the traffic, I sprinted into, through and past the splash zone. I was safe.

Aeroplane food

How bizarre and interesting!

The Age reports, ‘No turbulence at A380 superjumbo restaurant‘.

Imagine boarding a plane without security checks or even tickets and more importantly, there’s more than just fish or chicken for dinner.

Set in a dull commercial building in central Taipei, the A380 In-Flight Kitchen looks and functions like an airline in many ways, expect that it serves a regular restaurant menu of Western food, sometimes in plastic trays.

From the picture gallery the food doesn’t look all that much better than real aeroplane food. However, as I was growing up, any Western food was exciting. My favourite thing about being in hospital for a week whe I was 12 years old was the food. Mmm… Aeroplane Jelly.

Think local

Retravision is one of the biggest electrical goods retailers in Australia, and each of its stores is privately owned.

Last Christmas, my family visited a Retravision store. This one is in at one of Melbourne’s south-east Asian community clusters.  It was the kind of neighbourhood where all the store signs are in Chinese, Vietnamese, Thai and Hindu, and where a white Australian person would be vastly outnumbered.

As my parents talked to the salesperson, I wandered around the store. I love electronics so I am easily occupied in such stores. However, an inspection of this Retravision did not yield the typical delights. Currently, I’m interested in noise-cancelling headphones but the headphones section consisted merely of five earbud-style models. The camera section was paltry, with no digital SLRs. I did find three minutes of entertainment on the massage chair.

So if there were no headphones, cameras or computers, what was taking up all the space in the store?

Well, a quarter of the floorspace was devoted entirely to karaoke — speakers, mixers, microphones, amplifiers, disc players. That’s where my parents were, interrogating the salesperson about the specs for a wireless receiver and microphones.

You’re not too surprised, are you, considering the neighbourhood? This Retravision store owner definitely knows his market.

Sinking cheese

In this age of cheap no-frills flying, it seems extravagant that on the 2.5 hour flight from London to Lisbon, we were served breakfast.

I expected a bread roll — a packaged croissant, if we were lucky. Imagine my pleasure, then, in being handed a warm foil-wrapped package. I could smell something yummy inside.

I tore it open to find a toasted tomato roll. Well, actually, it was a toasted cheese and tomato roll but I didn’t find out until halfway through. In melting, the cheese must have sunk to the bottom.

Wolfgang and Rosangela showed me their silvery packages. They too had found a pool of cheese stuck to the bottom of the wrapper.

Wolfgang remarked, ‘They must heat the rolls standing up. It seems like a fundamentally silly thing to do. Don’t you think they would have worked it out by now?’

After three days working in Lisbon, Damjan flew in to join us on Friday night. He arrived at 11:30pm, a bit tired but ready to see the sights.

‘Have you had dinner yet?’ I asked.

‘Oh, enough,’ Damjan replied. ‘They gave us something on the plane. It was a ham and cheese roll.’

Wolfgang immediately asked, ‘And had all the cheese sunk to the bottom?’

Damjan looked startled. ‘Yes, actually! How did you know?’

Wolfgang, Rosangela and I just laughed.