Porto das Lajes from out at sea |
WJ3 is one of 8 other sail boats tucked away in Lajes’ very new, very smallMarina complex. Many of these are not travellers. We’re glad to have avoided high season when Lajes can host an ongoing parade of boating visitors. We wait at the dock for the GNR man (in his spurs) and customs to fulfil clearance formalities. Carlos tells us that the Marina , to celebrate its recent opening (and as it is not completed) is free. We have access to water, power and internet. Power is 220v, so we must continue to run our generator until we can locate a transformer (yet another expensive boat bit). We don’t expect to find too much chandlery in Lajes though.
WJ3 at the Lajes Marina Dock |
WJ3 is one of 8 other sail boats tucked away in Lajes’ very new, very small
Up the hill some 250m is a kiosk once known as Paula’s Place. It serves frazzled trans-Atlantic yachties and locals taking a dip at the nearby beach. The beach is not familiar or pretty - the sand is black, the water cold and grass is mown by goat, but it is popular. We can take a strong black coffee, sip a cold Sagres (local beer) or nibble sweet cakes at Paula’s but to eat we must climb further up to Café Beira Mar. Here we gladly take what they have on offer, one day grilled fish and on others, pizza a casa (house) special. It was all very nice but we notice we are the only ones eating. Most customers seemed to sit for a short time, take a drink or two, have a chat with friends, then leave.
At last we brave going further uphill into the village to find an ATM (at the Town Hall) and two mini-markets at the top of the hill to restock our dwindling fresh supplies. The island lives on imported goods mostly. There is little produced other than to support family needs. We buy local Azorean cheeses, sad looking fruit and vegetables, real eggs and fresh bread rolls. The hill defeats us and we decide, despite Paula being obliging, to leave heavy chores (refilling gas, laundry and a big shop) until Horta. Taxis are very hard to come by in Lajes.
The town itself has an impressive church, Ingreja Martiz Nossa Senhora do Rosario (1763), rustic cottages painted white with windows decorated in lace, well cared for cobblestone streets and a picturesque town square, resolute with a protective canon or two. Old folks not sitting in bars or taking a stroll of the port, sit out in the evening quiet, chatting to neighbours. Younger ones head into Santa Cruz .
Looking Down from the Town Square |
Life on the dock is peaceful despite comings and goings of an occasional container ship, local ferry/transporter and even a mini cruise liner, as we wait for winds suitable for our overnight sail to the
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