|By this point, I was having to take pictures with my mom's iPhone, which explains this atrocity.|
|And this one.|
On the 124, we left the bus station and headed down Av. Alianca Povo MFA, which paralleled the Tagus River. We were following the Metro, which along with us, turned onto Av. 25 de Abril de 1975. This street was very urban, with tall apartment buildings and a few businesses lining the road.
There was a nice Metro station at Gil Vicente as we continued to follow it, the street now called Av. Dom Afonso Henriques. We went around a rotary while the Metro plowed right through, and now the street was called Av. Dom Nuno Alvares Pereira. We continued down here for a while, the street still lined with modern apartments.
After another rotary at Almada, we left the Metro by turning onto R. Dom Joao de Castro. Along here the tall apartments from before shrunk into two-story ones. We then crossed over the IP7 highway, which becomes the 25 de Abril Bridge into Lisbon. This was also where we left the city for good.
There was a rotary, then we headed down R. 3 Vales, going through some fields. There was another urban section after, with tall apartments once again. The street curved south, leaving the buildings behind. We had a stop at the Formega Metro station, but after following the line for a bit, we turned off once again.
We squeezed down the narrow R. Trabalhadores Rurais, going past tight businesses with apartments on top. The street then curved back up and we rejoined the Metro for a bit, only to leave it for the last time, going by a university (and some marshland). We crossed over the A38 highway, then headed down R. do Areeiro, which was quite narrow.
Turning onto the N10 road, we entered a town, with smaller apartments alongside the street. The road got narrow when we got to a downtown area, squeezing through some tight businesses. It got slightly wider when the surroundings got more residential, with individual houses.
There was a view of the ocean and the buildings of Costa da Caparica at a rotary, which meant we were getting close. We turned onto the A38 highway, running down the rural hillside. Once we reached Costa da Caparica, though, it was instantly urban. We turned onto R, Vitimas da Guerra Colonial, running by lots of businesses. Soon after that, we pulled into the Costa da Caparica bus station, dropping off all the remaining passengers.
|Aw man, that destination board is garbled...|
|The bus terminal didn't have much - just some shelters.|