So, just when does the fun actually begin? |
#1.
Take A Local Bus
Now,
I’m not talking a Funchal city ride. The one out to Baia da Abra, the extreme
east of Madeira, is sufficient. Boa Viagem
and all that! Snaking, narrow roads,
vertigo-inducing cliffs and passing an airport runway built on stilts. And bus drivers whose ambition is firmly set on
Formula One. We survived the 1 ½ hour
trip (several times), but not without some trauma given the smell of burning
breaks. Locals don’t even flinch. At the Airport, a car hire firm advertises: "MadeiraRent, Drive like a local". On
board the bus, tourists can’t help but snigger.
Every time. Locals must wonder
but WE have badges of merit now – local bus tickets.
Super Glue your car to the roads in Madeira |
#2.
Walk in the Sky
OK,
so this is not going to be one of those Extreme Sports, but taking a walk over
the glass floor of Europe’s highest Cape (and the World’s second highest I might
add), certainly sends a chill up or two down your spine. There is nothing but a sheer 575m drop down
and if the clouds lift, the views are spectacular. As are most of the views as you travel around
Madeira. We took a wild train ride
up. The roads were even narrower and
steeper than #1 above. Yes, our train
driver must be related to Jack Brabham too.
#3. Couch Surfing
Monte
is uphill from Funchal. We took the bus,
but it is possible to take a Cable Car.
It’s a pleasant hill resort area and departure point for the wicker
toboggans, famous since 1850, for getting locals downhill fast. Two Carreiros, suitably dressed in
traditional costume and straw boaters, use their shoes as brakes in a stunning
2km slide downhill on a very steep and well-polished track. It looks so very touristy but it was the most
fun we’d had in ages (and no comparison to sliding down breaking waves on the
trip over).
Ride a Wicker Basket. Looks sedate enough.... |
I’ve
mentioned deep water. We can’t seem to
see any life in the clearly visible depths below, other than a few scrawny
crabs. The shores are black (volcanic)
and the grains are hefty, water washed stones.
The Cap’n didn’t quite see eye-to-eye with the GS’s vision of an ocean-front, 3 bed, 2
bath castle with a moat. Even if Churchill was rather fond of the place.
Pretty seaside village, Camara de Lobos, named after the rare Monk Seals (called sea wolves) found on nearby Desertas Islands |
A prickly customer indeed.. |
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