There were some rooms at the inside to visit too, but I was only really interested in the cloisters. The second floor was even more elaborated and ornamented and the whole ensemble had an almost ruminant effect on me (which probably was the intention of the architects). Strolling through these aisles was an almost hypnotic experience but mixed with me having to digest the news from home that my brother in law was losing his fight against cancer.
I left the monastery in a strange and a bit bewildered state of mind and decided that some nutrition would be a good idea. I found a fancy café nearby and sat down on the fifties-style furniture and had a snack and a Galao.
Refreshed I walked back to the river and along the promenade to the Padrão dos Descobrimentos monument and further on to the Torre de Belém castle. That was a nice stroll along the river but I needed more Physical exercise and decided to walk back to the campground instead of taking the bus again. On the way up and down the hills and through towns and parks and after getting lost a few times I finally reached the motorway bordering the campground.