Horta, Faial
The marina is busy despite it being well past the May/June peak season. Visitors are mostly European with a few late North American stragglers (like us). We are rubbing shoulders with fishing boats, impressive cruisers (one with helicopter & international crew), and all sizes and shapes of sail boats. The Europeans have a fondness for aluminium boats and the Cap’n eyes them, dreaming I suspect, of WJ4. Some are plastic fantastics like WJ3, others are solid, all weather cruisers. A few are certainly home designed character boats. We share one commonality – we’ve all crossed at least a 1000 miles of ocean to get here.
Not that we’re alone. Horta has an impressive visitor’s list including Sir Walter Raleigh, who in 1597 burnt the port to the ground; Captain Cook (yes, our Captain Cook) in 1775 with less aggressive intentions; Joshua Slocum, famous single-handed sailor in 1895 and Charles Lindenburg on his transatlantic (sea plane) flight in 1933. There are many others who in more recent times have left their “calling cards” on the harbour sea walls. We find Brindabella, Ragamuffin and a few other Aussies amongst the hoards of Europeans, especially those seafaring Viking descendants!
The Port offers us everything we could need. The Cap’n frequents accommodating MAYS to get “a few bits of chandlery” and sets us up with a transformer so that we can connect to the 220v system. A large supermarket sits a short walk away and plenty of nice cafes and restaurants line the old town. We’re tempted to try them all!
When chores are all done (8 loads of washing included – still there’s a nice little bar outside to sit and have a wine or two while you wait!!) we explore the island by local bus. The round island bus takes about 2 hours and we see impressive natural arches cut into a rugged coastline, a sparse ash desert left by the 1958 eruption of Volcao dos Capelinhos on the western tip and cute traditional cottages; whitewashed, roofed with terracotta tiles and surrounded by well tended gardens. Happy cows graze in terraced fields, although we wonder how they don’t fall over the edge - the island is ringed by jagged basalt cliffs and we see few fences, just hydrangea or cane hedges.
Exploring the town further we visit the Horta Museum , housed in a beautiful Jesuit College . The collection though small, is impressive especially the fig pith carvings of Euclides Rosa. A traditional long black cloak and hood (18th c) contrasts with sparse modern paintings by Gina Frazao. Next door, the Church of Sao Salvador (1680) is resplendent in carved and gilded timber panels, religious statuary, and oil paintings; the interior further enriched with silver and ivory. Famous blue tiled panels (azulejos) add a local note to the glitz. It is now easy to understand historic influences on architect Gaudi and how he came to design his famously decorative masterpieces. (Yes, yes, I know he’s Spanish….). It’s all in the blood, you see.
Don't disturb me, I'm very busy! Note Paul Theroux's "Pillers of Hercules", essential ready in prep for the Med!! |
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Flores,
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To:
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Lat/Long:
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39:22.7630N 31:10.0490W
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Lat/Long:
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38:32.0090N 28:37.5160W
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Date/Time:
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22/8/11: 1000
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Date/Time:
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23/8/11: 1425
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Time Taken:
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135nm (30.5hrs) (this trip)
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Distance:
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3763nm (659hrs) (this year)
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Dist Total
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9135nm (since 2008)
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Weather:
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W turning WNW 10-15kts G20; seas 4-5’; a few overnight showers
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Fastest Speed:
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Poled out most of trip for a great run down to Horta; 6kts; danced with golfinhos (Atlantic spotted dolphins); sadly no baleias (whales) seen
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