From Diary 1
27.2. We headed for Pico Ariero past Monte through pine forests and flowering mimosas. We stopped in an area of moors. Wandered a walk across the moor where there were juniper bushes and some brightly coloured red bushes. The dandelions were in full bloom. It was a very beautiful area, extremely distinctive.
The hike continued, and soon we were at the Pico Ariero mountain peak, where we hiked up the summit and had the most magnificent view beyond the mountain peaks. There was, of course, a restaurant that served the morning coffee.
The trip continued to Ribeira Frio, where
there is a state trout farm. Here we paused and admired the
beautiful trout that went into many pools. Big trout for themselves,
then they became smaller and smaller for each basin.
Suddenly a lady came up to me, asked in Danish
if I knew where the botanical garden was.
We got back to the main route, continued
towards Faial. Found a dirt road that looked like something
for a Land Rover, so we had to try it. It was really only a very
narrow dirt road, but despite much rattle and scuffing against
stones, it went well. We saw many flowering ginger plants. It was a
rich willow planting area.
The main road is mildly exaggerated, as it was
only a narrow country road, but it was our main line towards Faial.
We stopped for lunch near Faial, a
place with a magnificent view.
Now the landscape changed character. We drove
through orange groves. Pictures were also taken of the
characteristic thatched cottages. On the way to Santane, we
discovered a frayed sign pointing to Queimadas.
The road had once in the morning of time been
covered with basalt cobblestone, later coated with asphalt, which
was 99% gone, deep holes were everywhere, so it was something of a
test for our little red car.
The area by the parking lot was a recreation
site where there was a large camp school. A lot of young people were
sitting having lunch in the open when we arrived. Ancient
rhododendrons grew in full bloom. It was adventurous to see the huge
flowering trees. From the parking lot, the road continued as a
walking path, further up the mountain.
Somewhere there was a very large heap of
chopped branches, we could hear the noise of the forest, suddenly a
man came into view, carrying a giant bundle of cut laurel branches,
which he heaped on top of the heap. He greeted warmly .. Higher up,
the rock wall was made up of half-meter-high rock clumps that were
undergoing heavy degradation. They peeled off in layers.
The road continued uphill, quite steep, so as it ended at a gate, and continued as a path, I had to sit down due to breathing disorder, while Bihrmann continued along a small path. However, he returned fairly quickly, for the trail ended in the clean underground forest. We read on a sign that we were 900 meters up. Like everywhere else we came to that kind of place, the silence prevailed.
The pure clear scented forest fragrance was
soothing. One really felt that one could breathe.
At the camp school, there was a levada through the woods. We hiked a little way along the path, threw sticks into the water, and kept fighting as if sailing fastest. The pace was so that with our hands on their backs we could slowly walk at the same speed.
We had to stop to refuel in Santana. We
bought for 5,400 escudos and got 32 litres. Worked out that even
though it was all in second gear, the little red car drove 15km. per
"Santana, located at an altitude of 400 metres
above sea level in one of the most beautiful areas of the north
We were in Sao Jorge, which is a large
wine district. It was a peculiar method for us the vines were tied
We drove through large pine forests. All day we had seen nothing but basalt rocks. Here on this side of the north coast, rocks and soil were red. To advance towards Ponta Delgada, the road turned a very large arch, to get around a river gorge.
Around Ponta Delgada there are large orange- and sugar cane plantations. It sounds so nice with plantations, because it seems like a lot of plots, as here, like everywhere else, is built up in terraces, but appears as a cohesive whole.
We continued to S. Vicente and drove across the high bog down to Ribeira Brava. As one does not build in height, but stays on the ground, and quite a few suburbs of Funchal lie in a continuous chain, it is incredibly nice to see all the lights beaming on the mountain sides, seen from the coast road back home.
At first, however, we had the pleasure of watching the sun sink into the sea. At first, there were many places on the mountain road where the sun had apparently gone down. Everything was dark, but after the next hairpin turn, it was still shining. At Ponto del Garda we stopped at a Miradouro and admired a lovely view. We were home at 1am. 19.45 and had driven 160 km.
On the way home in the evening hours, we saw
many farmers and their wives walking home from the terraces with
heavy burdens on their shoulders and the characteristic big sail in
their hand, all while their little dog were all over the place.
After Serra de Aqua we stopped at our
supermarket to forage for the next day. A CD changed owner. An
exciting fruit was also purchased. The one I had chosen was
discarded by a clerk, it was not mature enough.
We ate at the apartment's Spanish restaurant,
where I got tuna salad and Bihrmann a spaghetti dish.
The vineyards were not yet covered with leaves, but the soil was totally covered with a flowering clover-like yellow plant. A very beautiful sight. We were lucky to see the little bird monk up close.
We drove a little way up to the mountain
village of Lugar de Sepra Adega. We saw many of the beautiful
very thorny yellow-flowering bushes that stood on the slopes of the
pine forest. In the village we had morning coffee, but as the host
had not yet set chairs outside, we walked with our coffee cups and
cake to a terrace wall and sat down.
At a triangular thatched house, an old wife sat outside, we waved together, but no closer contact. The road did not lead on, only a gaping track, so we returned to the coastal road.
In the village of Campanario we saw a large van loaded with vegetables and fruit. There was an authorized weight, around the open carriage stood housewives shopping. We had wondered how people were shopping because there was a long way between the shops. Here was the explanation, about driving traders.
Here we saw the first originated Georgians. We
came to Rio Bravo, which we called the city of Riberia Brava.
There were so many beautiful flowers in the
grounds of the viewpoint. The big blue that Bihrmann had fallen in
love with, giant margaritas, the beautiful yellow clovers and many
others. Drive along the winding mountain road to Ponta do Sol.
Parked downtown and visited a very beautiful and beautiful church.
The name is Nossa Senhora de Luz. The church has a beautiful
carved wooden ceiling in Moorish style.
Everywhere there were banana plantations. Photo of blue morningglory.We came to the fishing village of Madalena do Mar. The brightly coloured small boats were drawn ashore. The beach only contained basalt stones for millions, nothing exciting.
On the coast road we stopped for lunch in a
beautiful place at 13 with 26 degrees in the shade. Just off the
coast was a sand fishing boat.
At a harbour, which we observed high up from a viewing point, lay a sand freight boat are unloaded. The small trench was used to pick up the sand from the inside of the ship and directly into trucks. Then the route went towards Estraide da Calheta, which is at an altitude of 339 metres. The area consisted of old forest.
Continue towards Prazeres, which is
completely surrounded by coniferous forest at an altitude of 620
metres. In a very small town of Lombo dos Cedros, we each
bought an ice cream and Bihrmann provided tasty apples.
He was joined by a young man who came from one
of the houses, a moment later a younger woman joined. We wondered
what the road ahead would be, for we could hear in the distance a
car horn still sounding, as if the driving passed dozens of hairpin
turns. All while this mutiny was heard and we saw screaming hovering
Continue. Found a small side road where the
sign pointing towards Faja da Ovalha and further up to
Paul do Mar where the road ended.
Further through wooded areas, but very
sparsely populated to Ponto do Pargo. There was a sign that
to Porto Moniz. I came to say that it was far, I should
not have said that, because that was the goal of the day trip.
The city is at an altitude of 475 metres, so
the road down to the point was steep. Bihrmann estimated the degree
to be around 25. At the cliff edge lay a lighthouse, lonely.
Although many, many meters down, the water was
so crystal clear that we could see the bottom clearly.
The next village of Serrado showed the
same view as the previous one, namely many black-clad people on
their way home from church. Everyone was in deep black clothes, so
it must have been funeral guests too.
At Achadas da Cruz we saw many
flowering fruit trees. They were reminiscent of cherries, but have
surely been a more exotic fruit. In one of the numerous forests we
found a forest road, driving a little up as long as the little red
could do it. Wandered on ahead. Deep inside the forest was a
so-called cow-hut that we were inside. The walls consisted of basalt
blocks and reached me to the shoulders. Very hardwood was laid over
here and the hut was thatched. From the bottom of the hut it
appeared that hay was stored here.
When we had passed Achadas da Cruz and
came to a T-road, one of which went to Porto Moniz, where we
had been, the return journey began as we turned around.
On the way down, there was vacancy, so we
stopped and admired the lake.
In the next village we turned off towards
Rabacal, located in the middle of Paul Da Serra. The road
was smaller than the single track, but not unidirectional.
The road was unlike any other straight, but it
went uphill and uphill, unrelenting. with an increase of 12 - 15%.
Now it was the known area that lay the
hallmark and there was the next. However, we drove another way down
to the coast again. Ovil, Campo Grande, reached the coastal
road in Canhas and continued home. We stopped sometimes to
enjoy the sun wandering towards the sea.