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Sunday, January 13, 2013

MAGNIFICENT MOUNTAINOUS MADEIRA


I woke at 6.45am this morning.  I had a day tour to catch and I was looking forward to getting off the ship.  The rocking and rolling was getting to me.  We were supposed to arrive into Funchal (Fun-chal) at 8am and we didn’t dock till 8.45am.  Doesn’t really look good for our first port of call on the itinerary and we were late.  The weather didn’t seem bad last night, so not really sure of the reason as to why, but the good thing is that sunrise was at 8.12am and we got to see an amazing sunrise over the water as the ball of red popped out from what looked like behind the ocean.  There aren’t many places where you can see a sun rise over water and this was a magic one, and really I don’t think there can be a disappointing sunrise in this whole world-the hope of a new day is born and another grateful day for me to be on this planet.

Costa was also in dock-our nemesis had also arrived.  I think there is always some unspoken rivalry when you see other ships on a similar itinerary.  I remember being in the Caribbean and there were 4 other ships in port, but we were on the Oasis of the Seas-so we trumped them all anyway, but as we pulled out of the Bahamas our tour director told us all to go out on deck and we would give them all a cheery wave goodbye and with the sound of the very loud ships horn we all screamed and waved as we pulled out.  It was so COOL.  I’ll never forget that and all the smiles of everyone around me.  What a thrill.  One of the ships tried to reply, I think it may have been a Carnival ship replying, but they had nothing on us with a ship of 6500 people versus 2000.  I must say that once we dock, it doesn’t take the staff long to get us all manoeuvred.  My tour was leaving from the Stardust Theatre and once our staff member got the okay on the radio, they start calling the tours by tour code and name and then the groups peel left and right of the theatre to the exits, for our tickets to be checked and a sticker given to us to tell us what coach we would be on for the day.  From there we walk along the promenade to the middle set of stairs and we descend 2 flights to the gangway, to have our ships card scanned that we were exiting the ship and then there were more staff to direct you to the right coach.  Considering the move approximately 500-1000 people using this method, from leaving the theatre to driving away on the coach was around 20 minutes.  Not bad at all.  There was the usual photo opportunity as you come off the ship, and a lot of people were saying no and I felt sorry for the staff and the photographer, so I stopped for a pose with no intention of buying the photo-really I did it just to help out the guys-and I will just go and check it later tonight to see how it turned out-really, just for a look……….. really……

Madeira is a Portuguese archipelago that lies just under 400 km north of Tenerife, Canary Islands, in the north Atlantic Ocean and an outermost region of the European Union.  Madeira was discovered by Portuguese sailors in the service of Henry the Navigator in 1419, and settled after 1420. The archipelago is considered to be the first territorial discovery of the exploratory period of the Portuguese Age of Discovery.  Today, it is a popular year-round resort, being visited every year by about one million tourists, noted for its Madeira wine, flowers, landscapes and embroidery artisans, as well as for its annual New Year celebrations that feature the largest fireworks show in the world, as officially recognised by the Guinness World Records, in 2006.  The main harbour in Funchal is the leading Portuguese port in cruise liner dockings, being an important stopover for commercial and trans-Atlantic passenger cruises between Europe, the Caribbean and North America. 

The first settlers began colonizing the islands around 1420 or 1425; the three Captains-major had led the first settlement, along with their respective families, a small group of minor nobility, people of modest conditions and some prisoners, who could be trusted to work the lands. To gain the minimum conditions for the development of agriculture, they had to rough-hew a part of the dense forest of laurisilva and to construct a large number of canals (levadas), since in some parts of the island there was excess water, while in others water was scarce. During this period, fish constituted about half of the settlers' diet, together with vegetables and fruits cultivated from small cleared parcels of land. Initially, these colonists produced wheat for their own subsistence, but later the quantity cultivated was sufficient to begin exporting wheat to continental Portugal.  In 23 September 1433, the name Madeira Island, or literally island of wood, began to appear in the first documents and maps. The name given to the islands corresponded to the large dense forests of native laurisilva trees that populated the island during the settlement.  However, when grain production began to fall, the ensuing crisis forced Henry the Navigator, as principal benefactor of the islands, to plant other commercial crops. The planting of sugarcane, and later Sicilian sugar beet, allowed the introduction of the "sweet salt" (as sugar was known) into Europe, where it was a rare and popular spice. These specialised plants, and their associated industrial technology, created one of the major revolutions on the islands and fuelled Portuguese industry. The expansion of sugar plantations in Madeira began in 1455, using advisers from Sicily and financed by Genoese capital (it would become an integral part of the island economy until the 17th century). The accessibility of Madeira attracted Genoese and Flemish traders who were keen to bypass Venetian monopolies.  By 1480 Antwerp had some seventy ships engaged in the Madeira sugar trade, with the refining and distribution concentrated in Antwerp. By the 1490s Madeira had overtaken Cyprus as a producer of sugar.

After the 17th century, as sugar production shifted to Brazil, São Tomé and Príncipe and elsewhere, Madeira's most important product became its wine. The British occupied Madeira as a result of the Napoleonic Wars, a consented occupation starting in 1807 and concluding in 1814 when the island was returned to Portugal.  Nevertheless, the island was a British Crown Colony for four months, and Britain had intentions of keeping it after the Napoleonic Wars, owing to its strategic position, but plans for its permanent annexation were abandoned shortly after the start of the occupation.  On 1 July 1976, following the democratic revolution of 1974, Portugal granted political autonomy to Madeira, celebrated on Madeira Day. The region now has its own government and legislative assembly.

The archipelago of Madeira is located 520 km from the African coast and 1,000 km from the European continent (approximately a one-and-a-half hour flight from the Portuguese capital of Lisbon).  The archipelago itself is a series of oceanic volcanic islands that date back to the Miocene (about 20 million years ago), and constructed from a hotspot in the Earth's crust of the African Tectonic Plate. Madeira, and the smaller Desertas Islands, are the youngest of these islands (dating from 4.6 to 0.7 million years), while Porto Santo, the smaller of the main islands, and is the oldest (approximately 14 million years).  The island of Madeira is at the top of a massive shield volcano that rises about 6 km from the floor of the Atlantic Ocean, on the Tore underwater mountain range.  Madeira Island represents 93% of the archipelago's area, with 90% of the landmass above 500 m. It is the largest island of the group with an area of 741 km2 and a length of 57 km while approximately 22 km at its widest point with a coastline of 150 km. The island of Madeira is wet in the northwest but dry in the southeast. In the 16th century the Portuguese started building levadas or aqueducts to carry water to the agricultural regions in the south. The most recent were built in the 1940s. Madeira is very mountainous, and building the levadas was difficult and often sentenced criminals or slaves were used. Many are cut into the sides of mountains, and it was also necessary to dig 40 km of tunnels, some of which are still accessible.  Today the levadas not only supply water to the southern parts of the island but provide hydro-electric power. There are over 2,170 km of levadas and they provide a remarkable network of walking paths. Some provide easy and relaxing walks through beautiful countryside, but others are narrow, crumbling ledges where a slip could result in serious injury or death. 

For such a small island it has a lot amazing history and the second we left the port and started to ascend the mountains it was also a beautiful island.  I had no perceptions on what to expect, no idea so to see the stunning views as we wound our way through small villages, literally wound-the roads are so windy and at points not wide enough for a bus to pass a car on a bend without one of us stopping to let one through I started to get a feel for the island.  It really is hilly; the road we were travelling on was basically on the side of a mountain.  I wonder how many accidents they have where the cars verge off the cliffs of these roads.  I couldn’t imagine driving them at night time.  Scary.  All the villages are set up on the side of mountains and they all have terraces where they grow bananas, grapes and other agriculture depending on the altitude.  Everywhere you looked was mountains, homes located on them and terraces.  I dong think I would like to live here as everything looked like it was going to be an uphill walk.  Everywhere is uphill.  UPHILL.  Besides that the island has a nice feel, a country, clean and modest feel about it.
Our first view of the tour was Câmara de Lobos.  The location of the modern town is believed to be the original landing point for the Portuguese discoverer João Gonçalves Zarco, who is credited with the discovery of the Madeira Islands. When the explorer disembarked in this area (1419), he observed a thin cliff that extended into the ocean, and another cliff face that formed an amphitheatre-like harbour that could shelter ships from Atlantic storms. There Zarco and his men also found a large colony of marine animals that would become the reason for naming this area Câmara de Lobos.  The name, lobos, is a Portuguese derivation for sea-lions, which were the animals discovered by Zarco and his men in the sheltered bay. Because of the large colony of these animals, the area was baptised câmara dos lobos.  The town is also known for Winston Churchill paintings as it is apparently where he got inspiration for his paintings after a visit here in the 1950’s. 

We stopped at 9.45an for a view point photo at Pico da Torre.  This had an amazing view over 30% of the island and also a bird’s eye view of Camara de Lobos.  A well-known stop as there were also 10 other coaches, taxis and rental cars all atop the lookout but it didn’t deter from the view and it was magic.  At 10.20am we stopped again for the highest view we would have of the day and which also happened to be at a small restaurant.  They had a tray ready of the local, traditional drink called Poncha for us to sample and if we liked it we could buy bottles of the stuff.   Poncha is a traditional alcoholic drink from the island of Madeira, made with distilled alcohol made from sugar cane juice, honey, sugar, lemon rind and with different fruit juices according to the version of Poncha, but traditionally lemon juice is used.  It is mixed together with a mixing tool created in Madeira officially called a mexelote but more commonly known as a Caralhinho (little cock), it is in fact a type of muddler created in Madeira. Caipirinha is based on Poncha but tastes nothing like it let me tell you.  I had a single sip and the stuff was vile.  It tasted like tequila to me and I really had to make an effort to drink the last remaining but, as all the glasses were going back to the try empty.  Surely I am not the ONLY one who doesn’t like it-am I?  It is said in Madeira that Poncha cures the common cold and people are encouraged to drink it if they have cold like symptoms and I can understand why.  That stuff would kill anything in its way-ughhhhh.  I have to rate that up there with the Araki that I had in Ethiopia-actually to be fair, Araki was so much more vile-just thinking about it now turns my stomach.  The drink may be based on an Indian drink called Pãnch/Panch, in Hindi Panch which means five and the drink was originally made with five ingredients: alcohol, sugar, lemon, water, and tea or spices. This is also where the English drink Punch has originated from.

There were also bottles of Madeira for sale, of the wine variety, but no samples unfortunately.  The island is also known for its own unique wine that is produced locally.  Madeira is a fortified wine produced in a variety of styles ranging from dry wines which can be consumed on their own as an aperitif, to sweet wines more usually consumed with dessert. Cheaper versions are often flavoured with salt and pepper for use in cooking.  The islands of Madeira have a long wine making history, dating back to the Age of Exploration when Madeira was a standard port of call for ships heading to the New World or East Indies. To prevent the wine from spoiling, neutral grape spirits were added. On the long sea voyages, the wines would be exposed to excessive heat and movement which transformed the flavour of the wine. This was discovered by the wine producers of Madeira when an unsold shipment of wine returned to the islands after a round trip. Today, Madeira is noted for its unique winemaking process which involves heating the wine up to temperatures as high as 60 °C for an extended period of time and deliberately exposing the wine to some levels of oxidation. Because of this unique process, Madeira is a very robust wine that can be quite long lived even after being opened-our guide said even up to 10 years after a bottle has been opened it would still be good to drink and would even taste better. 

From here we were only a 2 minute drive to Cabo Girão which is a lofty sea cliff located along the southern coast of the island.  Cabo Girão is a popular lookout point, and starting point for hikers. It is a diamond-shaped sea-cliff escarpment from 560 metres to 589 metres above sea level.  Cabo Girão lies between two river-valleys that flow into the Atlantic Ocean. The escarpment/cliffs extend approximately one kilometre in length of the cliff and reaches from approximately three kilometres between the urban sprawl of Câmara de Lobos and the river-valley of Quinta Grande.  Although brochures explain that it is the second highest cliff in Europe, at least five European cliffs Hornelen at 860 metres, Cape Enniberg at 750 metres, Vixía Herbeira at 613 metres, Preikestolenat 604 metres and Slieve League at 601 metres are higher. Hmmm funny how our guide didn’t mention that small fact.  Her spiel was it is the highest in Europe and the second highest in the world after Taiwan where their cliff is 720m above sea level.  There has to be some misinterpretation on some-ones behalf somewhere.  You only had to walk about 5 minutes to get to the cliff face and there was a glass floor that extended over the cliff-it was pretty cool and with such a clear day we had a magnificent view, not only of the drop and the terraced fields below us but also up the coastline as far as the eye could see.  MAGNIFICENT.  The terraced fields located below the sheer cliffs were at one time only accessible by boat. In August 2003, a cable car was installed on the slope of the cliff so farmers could reach these low-lying fields.  It was busy here as well, with other coaches all doing the same thing as us, but not so much so that I could get all the photos I wanted without too much hassle and I have to say that was the highlight of the day by far. 

It was only a half day tour, so we had one more stop before heading back to the ship and that was at a sleepy fishing village of Ribeira Brava.  It is located along the southern coast approximately in the centre.  In 2001 its population was about 12500 inhabitants.   The Ribeira Brava ravine and river valley extends 10-12m from the slopes of the west-central mountains of Madeira. Its waters provide the primary sources of drinking-water (a small reservoir collect surface run-off) to the area and electricity to the island of Madeira. Approximately ten tributaries feed this river, whose course ends in the Serra de Água, and much later empties into the Atlantic along the village's coast.  We were the only coach here at this small village and we were given an hour to look around, have a coffee and visit the church.  The primary industry for the village, besides fishing is handicraft and there were some beautiful handmade lace products ranging from table clothes, napkins, bags, hankies, doilies and pretty much anything that could be stitched and laced they had it.  If my mum was alive she would have LOVED this place, it was right up her alley.  It’s not really my thing, but I did find what I think maybe the purchase of the cruise and that is a woven purse.  I had bought an exact replica when I was in Lisbon last year in June and it was big enough I could fit my camera, phone and passport in and I loved it to death, literally loved it to death.  It lasted till I got to Buenos Aries in February and after nursing a rip in the purse that I had persisted with for around 5 weeks-it was time to let it go.  It was that good, I couldn’t toss it and I sent it home.  Sad I know, but I have found an exact same one here today-but instead of having Portugal hand stitched on it, it has Madeira.  What a score and I am so happy.  Sad again I know.  After my AWESOME buy and a look in the church I did manage to stumble on the post office!  Now this was also great as I was able to get my Globetrotters Book stamped with my Madeira stamp.  I had to buy a stamp to go in the book and then he was happy to ink stamp it with the date and place.  You little beauty.  There is a sense of accomplishment when I get that book stamped and I would really, be really sad if anything happened to it.  After an ice-cram in a café that looked directly onto the Atlantic Ocean we were back in the coach for the 20 minutes back to the ship.  We bypassed the small windy roads and took the major highway that runs from the north to the south of the island.  We must have passed through 9 tunnels getting is back and the views were just as good the whole way.  Every time we popped out of a tunnel we were witness to some amazing view, whether it be hundreds of banana trees, terraces, villages on the side of mountains, it really is an incredible island.

We were dropped back at 2pm to the ship.  The Costa ship does look good.  It think it maybe one of the new ships, the Deliziosa.  I was still loyal to my Norwegian Spirit and after asking for permission to walk to the end of the dock and get a picture of ‘our’ girl I was back on the ship and heading to lunch, I was famished.  I went back to my cabin to relax for a few hours and then I was back on deck at 5pm for our departure.  I love this time of day when the ships pull out.  It is generally just before sunset and you can get some incredible photos of the ship, the port and also the sun on the water and today was no different.  There was a nip to the air but nothing too uncomfortable and we actually left a few minutes early AND before Costa.  I guess if we are all on board ready to go, why not.  Try and avoid a late arrival tomorrow into Santa Cruz aka Tenerife and our first of 2 stops in the Canary Islands.  I enjoyed my hour on deck listening to tunes till Madeira was a speck and the sun had lost all its’ glory’. 

As a creature of habit, I think we all are in some way-I was at the Theatre at 7pm to get to ‘my’ seat which is now officially 6 rows from the front and smack bang in the middle.  Besides getting there early to get ‘my’ seat it also avoids the debacle when people sit on the ends and there are seats still in the middle and people have to ask them to stand, for them to shimmy past them to get to the middle seats.  In people’s defence there are some older folks that this would be an issue for, but people who are more mobile should be moving in.  It was like on the coach today.  I like sitting at the back anyway, but I should be taking these seats as I am young and can shuffle my way to the back.  It’s great actually as I had the whole back seat to myself and no-one sat in front of me either.  A perfect way to enjoy a day tour.  The show tonight was a magician called Cripton and his wife Renata.  He had a few big titles to his name including winner of the first prize for Great Illusions and the Grand Prix of the Italian Magical Club, 1° Prize "Magic Act and Great Illusions", 3° Prize "The Magic Hands" and last year he won Magician of the Year 2012 which is up there with David Copperfield, Roy and Siegfried and Chriss Angel.  It was performance that is for sure.  He did a lot of hand waving and flourishes, the spotlights helped I think with some tricks and the crescendo of the music all added to the act.  He was very much a showman always asking for the claps but I do have to say there were a few tricks there that I just could not work out and he pulled them off effortlessly.  There were 2 that really struck me over his hour long show and they were: one he got 2 people from the audience and it was using balls and he started with the ball in the hand and then it was gone oldie but as the trick went on the balls were ending up in the volunteers hands.  That’s impressive.  How does he do that?  The other one was he got an older gentleman from the audience that had on a jacket.  Cripton then had his hands tied behind his back, Renata tied the knots and then the volunteer tied some as well and then there was a larger rope that was tied around his neck and then his arms with the help of Renata and said volunteer again.  Then old man was blindfolded and they both went behind a curtain and a minute later Cripton was wearing the old guy’s jacket under all the ties.  Now how does he do that?  It was a show of great illusions and as much as I hate over the top acting I was astonished and I enjoyed his show of escapology and mentalism.  He is doing 2 more shows on the ship, different from tonight, so I will make sure I go and see them. 

That was my day in Madeira and what a great day I had.  I’m looking forward to Tenerife tomorrow. 

I think I may have found my sailing mojo again. 


Thursday, July 7, 2011

I WAS A SUPER LAZY ARSE TODAY

WEATHER: Wouldn’t know I only stepped outside for 5 minutes
HIGHTLIGHT OF THE DAY: Sleep and TV
BUMMER OF THE DAY: Not going on my half day tour
BUYS OF THE DAY: Lunch and dinner
WORD OF THE DAY: The Lazy Song sums me up to day…

Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone
So leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything

I did something really super lazy today.  I had a half day tour booked this morning, which I had pre-paid for.  I set my alarm for 7am, it went off and I hit snooze.  It went off again after 10 minutes and I hit snooze.  This snooze hitting continued another 4 times, yes 40 minutes later, and I just couldn’t wake up.  I felt so so tired.  So it is then 7.40am, if I was too make my tour, I could still do it if I get out of bed now.  Hell what’s one more snooze, well 8am rocked around with the 6th snooze and I decided to chuck in the day tour.  Now that’s pretty lazy right!  I had prepaid (it was only 35AUD) but it was still pre-paid and I didn’t care.  The stupid thing is I kept the snooze hitting every 10 minutes right through till 10.30am!  Man how many snooze hits is that?  It would have to be 21 of them – what a goose!!!!  After re-reading what my 3 hour tour encased I am still glad that I didn’t miss too much, but I think it is just my guilty conscience of some-one looking for me and I am not that kind of person just to not turn up to things.  Bit it happened and I am glad I go the extra rest.  Sorry Greenbus, I hope you didn’t waste too much time looking for me.

So what did I do all day?  I answered some long overdue messages, finished finally loading my Morocco photos, and pretty much watched TV and internet’ed all day.  It sounds like such a wasted day, but if I am to have a down day it is better here than London as I have a manic week ahead. 

Besides having to get 2 visa’s for Africa, Tanzania and Mozambique, I also need to see the Rwanda Consulate about their visa and also need to get to the Brazilian Consulate about their visa.  I also plan to use the London Travel card I purchased before leaving OZ and seeing some of the sights I haven’t been too yet (not sure how ambitious this is given my time frame from dropping off and picking up my passport from said consulates) to also fitting in lunch with an old school friend who will be there the same time as me.  Aimes and George will also be there and we have a theatre date all set for the Wednesday night to see Priscilla and then I have a dinner date with my 2 United hostees on the Thursday night before heading to Nairobi on Friday morning, which I am travelling via Cairo on EGYPT AIR!!!!  During this week I also need to buy a sleeping bag, try and get some new clothes, I’m getting a little sick of what I have after wearing the same stuff for over 100 days and finally get all my stuff sorted and get what I don’t need to The Royal National to store at some point in the 8 days.    

SO – I won’t feel bad having another rest day.  I did leave the hotel for 10 minutes, to go across the road to a ‘health’ food shop called Go Natural that sells sandwiches, juices, salads and pre made healthy meals, as I also missed breakfast here ( this wasn’t included) I was starting to get a little hungry around 3pm.  So I got a chicken pesto sandwich and always a planner, I got a chicken pasta salad for dinner, so I wouldn’t need to go out again.  Geez what a hermit I am today!!!

Oh I also did get some washing done in my defence and I have nearly packed my bag for airline travel again, so it was a productive day all from the comfort of my hotel room.  And I did get some of the finances sorted, as I have a daily limit on my account and it is coming time to start paying for the second half of the trips from August onwards.  So a little organization is required on that front to have the money to the office on time so then they can pay the operator for me.   It is all a juggling act, but as you all may know I am a pretty organized person, so I think I have it all covered!!!  Just like the consulates, I have them all marked on my map and I know what Tube Station I need to get to, to walk to each of them.  Yep, that’s me Mrs. Organized.

I also found out today, that the last of the divorce settlement is to be completed on the 14th July.  That also happens to be my mum’s birthday.  Quite ironic really that I found out on my birthday that she had  passed away, and all the divorce settlement proceedings will be all wrapped up on her birthday.  Bitter sweet and a little random right?  There’s not a day passes that I don’t think of you mum xx

Off to London Town tomorrow.  I hope you all have your fingers and toes crossed for the visa part of the trip.  As my boss pointed out it is all part of the adventure, which I guess she is right, but I will be a whole lot happier once I have those damn stamps in my passport.

I’ve enjoyed Portugal very much – Lisbon is a beautiful city and I am glad I made the effort to get here.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

A MEDIEVAL TOWN, A FISHING VILLAGE AND A FEW CHURCHES


WEATHER: Beautiful and 28C
HIGHTLIGHT OF THE DAY: Getting out into country of Portugal
BUMMER OF THE DAY: NO Bernstar jump today – missing my personal photographers
BUYS OF THE DAY: A couple of bracelets for 3.50EUR, a magnet, a new purse and a new bag
WORD OF THE DAY: Day 100

So day 100 today.  100 days I have been travelling. That’s 14 flights so far, 7 airlines, many new friends made, 7 new daughters, 23 countries (some twice), only one, well two medical cases, my Contiki cough that lasted nearly 5 weeks and my injury’s sustained in a fall while in Greece.  It also has been 100 days away from my best friend and my god-daughters, which is what I am missing the most.  It’s hard to believe I am at this stage already, 100 DAYS!  The time is flying by, but there is not a day that I am not thankful for the opportunity I have been given and I intend to make the most of it.  My US portion of the trip looks likely to extend as I keep meeting awesome Americans along the way and can’t wait to catch up with you guys again next year.    

I got carried away with my loading photos and trying to watch 3 movies at the same time last night and got to bed at 1.15am!!!  Not a good move when I had to be at another hotel at 8.15am for my pick-up for my full day tour (all 10.5 hours).  So needless to say I was tired as this morning, but I am sure there will be some nap time in the bus during the day.  I had to be at the Fenix Hotel, which is only a 5 minute walk away from where I am staying and wait for my collection.  I’m not one scared to ask people questions, so when I got to the hotel I asked the concierge if I was in the right place, he didn’t speak English, I asked reception and they said sure are you staying here, no- care factor went out the window, so I sat and waited till I saw a bus pull up, so I walked outside and asked them if this was my tour – which I finally got the right answer and a yes.  As I didn’t have a copy of my voucher, I could only show them on my iPod my confirmation which was enough for them to let me on the coach.  The bus was just a feeder bus that picked up a bunch of people and then takes us to a central location to then get us on our appropriate tours.

My tour I find out is not just a bilingual tour, but a trilingual!!! Our guide firstly spoke in Spanish, then Portuguese and then finally in English.  I am sure by them time she gets to English, we have some watered down version, but it just made for a long day hearing her voice all the time.  Just imagine how she feels translating 3 languages for 10 hours.  I still tipped her at the end, even though we got the raw end of the deal, as I rekon she still earnt it!!!

After around 1.5 hours’ drive we got to our first of the medieval town of Obidos.  The area of the town is located on a hilltop, encircled by a fortified wall. Óbidos remains a well-preserved example of medieval architecture; its streets, squares, walls and its castle are all pretty cool to walk around.  We got 50 minutes here to explore the little streets and quaint shops that lined them.  I wasn’t prepared for any shopping, but I have been looking for a new small black bag to replace the one I currently have that is about to break, and I found the perfect one in the window just randomly – boom thank you.  I then needed a new purse, as the real fake Marc Jacobs purse I bought in Athens broke yesterday so I found a great tacky Portugal purse to replace that one – boom thank you.  So much for not doing any shopping.  The town itself was pretty amazing and I could have done with some extra time so I could get up onto the castle’s ramparts but I got to see a lot in the time frame we had anyways.  On my way back to the bus, a guy was setting up a jewelry stand, and this colorful coil bracelet just jumped out at me, so on a power purchase I paid my 3.50EUR – boom thank you, and made it back to the bus with 5 minutes to spare.

Back onto the coach and we drove a further 45 minutes to the town of Alcobaca.  Our main purpose was to visit the The Alcobaça Monastery.  It is a Mediaeval Roman Catholic Monastery and was founded by the first Portuguese King, Afonso Henriques, in 1153, and maintained a close association with the Kings of Portugal throughout its history.  The church and monastery were the first Gothic buildings in Portugal and it took over 100 years to complete.  Due to its artistic and historical importance, it was listed by UNESCO as a World Heritage Site in 1989.  It was home to 400 Friars and a further 500 people that worked in the monastery in its heyday.  In the transept of the church are located the tombs of King Pedro I and his mistress, Ines de Castro, who was assassinated, in 1355.  After becoming King, Pedro ordered the remains of his beloved to be transferred to her tomb in Alcobaça and, according to a popular legend, made her be crowned as Queen of Portugal, after her death that is, and ordered court members to pay her homage by kissing her decomposing hand – what a story huh!!!  Alcobaça remains, after 800 years, the largest Portuguese church with the lateral aisles of the nave are as high as 20 meters; the slenderness of the church is 17 meters and large length at 106 meters.  It was a pretty impressive building that was for sure!

We drove for approx. another hour getting us to the fishing village of Nazare.  I think calling it a fishing village is a little loose, it really is a seaside town.  The place looks awesome and somewhere I could see myself coming back to for a seaside holiday.  It reminds me of the Sunshine Coast or Blackpool (but way better beaches).  It was a seaside town, with rows of groovy coloured tents on the beach that you can rent for the hour or the day with a mountain as a back drop down one end of the beach, which you can catch a cable car up, and a beach that stretches for miles in the opposite direction.  Lunch was not included for me, so I found a small café on the seafront and what else could I order but something from the ocean, so I got fish and chips and told my waiter guy to just pick a fish for me that wasn’t too fishy!  I ended up with a steak of sea bream grilled and I have to say it was quite tasty, with a dash of salt and a wad of fresh lemon juice and hardly any bones and the bonus was it wasn’t deep fried!  The temperature was great, a sea breeze ruffling the hair and the sun in the sky it was a beautiful day to be by the beach.  There were plenty of shops all along the waterfront, selling all the usual beach stuff, woman setting up to rent apartments, jewelry making, fresh food being sold, I’m telling you this place had a great vibe.  I just walked the shoreline and then soaked up the last 15 minutes before collection watching kids play soccer on the sand.  I LOVE this place.

Our next stop was a further 45 minute drive away to the Batalha Monastery, also known as Monastery of Santa María da Vitória.  The convent was built to thank the Virgin Mary for the Portuguese victory over the Castilians in the battle of Aljubarrota in 1385, fulfilling a promise of King John I of Portugal. The battle put an end to the 1383-1385 crisis.  It took over a century to build, starting in 1386 and ending circa 1517, spanning the reign of seven kings. It took the efforts of fifteen architects and the  construction required an enormous effort, using extraordinary resources of men and material.  Another amazing building and enormous!  This square chapel was built between 1426 and 1434 by the architect Huguet on orders of King João I to become the first royal pantheon in Portugal which now he lays with his wife Philippa of Lancaster in limestone tombs.  You had to pay to go in and see these, which we ran out of time but they looked the same as the ones at the Alcobaca Monastery.  They really knew how to build their churches back in the time that is for sure!

Our very last stop for the day was 1.15 hours away and was to be Fatima’s Sanctuary.  Fátima is famous for the shrine called the Basilica of Our Lady of the Rosary, built to commemorate the events of 1917 when three peasant children claimed to have seen the "Virgin of the Rosary".  Our Lady of Fátima is a title given to the Blessed Virgin Mary with respect to reported apparitions of her to three shepherd children at Fátima in Portugal on the 13th day of six consecutive months in 1917, starting on May 13. The three children were Lúcia Santos and her cousins, siblings Jacinta and Francisco Marto. The title of Our Lady of the Rosary is also sometimes used in reference to the same apparition, as this is who she identified herself as when the children asked her name.  The events at Fátima gained particular fame due to their elements of prophecy and eschatology, particularly with regard to possible world war and the conversion of Russia. This came true over the course of time. The reported apparitions at Fátima were officially declared "worthy of belief" by the Catholic Church.  The brother and the sister were victims to the Great Spanish flu and died a few years after the event and the cousin Lucia, only died in 2008 at the ripe ‘ol age of 98 in a convent somewhere in Portugal.

Today pilgrimage to the site goes on all year round.  The principal pilgrimage festivals take place on the thirteenth day of each month, from May to October, on the anniversaries of the original appearances. The largest crowds gather on 13 May and 13 October, when up to a million pilgrims have attended to pray and witness processions of the statue of Our Lady of Fátima, both during the day and by the light of tens of thousands of candles at night.  It was an amazing place and to see people making the pilgrimage was a tug at the soul, they literally walk on their knees for around 800m downhill to the church where there was a continual mass going on, well while I was there anyway. I won’t forget a couple of about 60, who I watched wrapped material around their knees, and then they got to their knees, held hands and then started their journey.  You could see it was hard going for them and it bought a tear to my eye, to have a faith like that and such devotion to each other.  Even though I am not overly religious, to walk into the church, with the massive organ playing was amazing and this is also where the tombs of the 3 shepherd children are also found.  What an experience!

What a day.  We left at 8.45am and we left Fatima at 6.20pm for our 1.5 hour drive back to Lisbon.  It was a great tour though, even though it was long.  Sometimes you do these tours and you see half crud and half worthy things, but this one was great the whole time.  The downer being the trilingual thing, but there was nothing I could do about that and all up it was a great day in the country.

Man I am in Portugal!!!

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

DESTINATION – LISBON


WEATHER: A pleasant 30C Marrakech – A pleasant 29C in Lisbon
HIGHTLIGHT OF THE DAY: Getting my backpack through another check-in
BUMMER OF THE DAY: Saying good-bye to my roomy
BUYS OF THE DAY: Spending my very last dirhams on my god-daughters at the airport
WORD OF THE DAY: Shookerun for the last time

It’s time to leave Morocco. 

I was piggy backing on Susan’s transfer this morning.  I hadn’t booked one as it was cheaper to catch a taxi, but as Susan and I are now on the same flight from Marrakech to Lisbon, I thought I would try my luck going with her, hoping the car, or whatever they were picking her up in was also going to be big enough for me.  So you can imagine my elation when a 15 seater van pulled up out the front of the hotel.  We acted cool as cucumbers and the driver didn’t even bat an eye lid.  So I now owed Susan some money to help pay – no ride is truly free.  We got picked up at 9am for the 20 minute drive to the airport.  Marrakech airport looks quite new and is certainly more modern that what I expected.  We got to the airport 3 hours early, so our check-in counter wasn’t open yet, so we did some last minute shopping to spend our last dirhams and I have to say the airport prices for the souvenirs seemed quite reasonable.  We then pulled up some chairs and killed some time reading.  I bought one more pre-paid credit for my Moroccan number and shot out some last minute messages before leaving Africa.

Check-in opened and it was time to run the gauntlet again with the weight of my bag.  TAP only permit you to have 20kg, but I was secretly daring them to pull me up so I could let them know I was one of the people they cancelled yesterday, but to my delight anyway my bag was placed on the scales and it came in at 21.6KG!!!  I have also forgone the smaller backpack that zips onto the front of the big one, as the zip broke last week, so I guess this has also helped in the weight department.  I literally cannot squeeze another thing in that bag, so I am confident now more than ever that I am going to be around that weight from now on.  Add that to having no side bag now, I feel like a traveller with a weight lifted, literally.  It feels so liberating now only having the 2 bags; and it did have to take this long so I knew what I would and wouldn’t need.  The check-in chick seemed a little green, she had to ask her counterpart several times about what she was doing, so Susan and I made it quite clear that I was stopping in Lisbon and she was continuing through to Paris.  The bags were tagged right, so she got there in the end.  I’m not saying anything, as she let my bag through. 

We had to fill in a departure card before we even got to the screening process.  Not sure why they need that when we filled in the same card as we arrived into Casablanca, maybe they match them up somehow, oh well who are we to argue with the system.  We got through the first security check point with the wave of a hand – not sure the purpose of that one to get us to the next screen check.  We got a pretty good pat down (and I am talking of the boob and wawa variety- I was most shocked as I wasn’t expecting it) and then my handbag got the third degree check.  From fanning my diary and my book, to opening my purse and my travel wallet, looking inside my iPod wallet and checking all my pockets in my bag!!  They weren’t as thorough with Susan, so I either looked dodgy or I was the random check person!  Either way, I made it through after they also checked my backpack briefly as well – maybe I did look shifty?  Immigration was a breeze and we passed through to the other side.       

Once we got our gate, we stood in line to show our boarding passes and they had 2 staff members checking the size of all the hand luggage going through.  Susan was a bit panicked as she had one of those stripy bags filled with all her breakables in it plus her backpack.  The lady, as we went through got distracted, so we squeezed through thinking how smart we were to have given them the slip. Well it was a bus transfer to the plane and as we sat in the bus, waiting for the other passengers, the 2 staff members came on the bus to double check all the hand luggage again.  I am starting to get the picture that we are possibly getting onto a small plane.  Well we had nowhere to run this time and Susan got nabbed and her bag had to go under the plane but it was going to be a gate collection, so it wasn’t going to hit the conveyor belt.  We wrote all over the tag that it was fragile and when we got dropped at the plane, they then took those bags to store them.  We could finally see what all the fuss was about, as it was an Embraer 145 which in layman terms means a jet.  It was pretty cool, I felt a bit like a rock star!  The seating configuration is 1 x 2 seats and there were only overhead lockers on the 2 seater side.  My backpack fit in just, but I would hate to think if I had of had my side bag, where the hell that would have gone!  The flight was only 1 hour and 20 minutes and we got served a Hagan Daz ice cream and I was able to catch up on some journal entries, as they had gone down the wayside during the last week.  As long as the journal or the blog is up to date I can work out the other.  Susan and I weren’t seated together, I was in 7A and she was in 17A, so once we landed, and Susan got her ‘breakable’ bag back, we got bussed to Lisbon’s terminal.  This is where we said our goodbyes, as this was where I was stopping and Susan was a transit passenger, but then I saw her again after about 5 minutes and she joined my queue for immigration.  Even if you are a transit passenger through Lisbon, if you are not travelling on a connecting TAP flight you have to go through immigration and re-check in with the new airline you are travelling with.  What a pain!!!  But the good news for Susan was her bag was checked all the way through – so hopefully she made her connection on time with Air France.  Gonna miss you buddy!!!

The good thing of waiting in an immigration queue is that by the time you come out your bags are generally on the baggage carousel waiting for you.  This was the case here; so I grabbed a free trolley and headed out into the throng of waiting people.  I was unable to print a copy of my Lisbon vouchers as I had the last minute changes and printers were a little hard to come by in Marrakech, so I had them downloaded on my iPod to get all the information and hoped that I wasn’t asked for them.  I didn’t need the new e-ticket for the flight, but I hate not having some form of printout as I have always travelled with vouchers.  I made my pick-up time for 2.30pm, so I had 20 minutes to wait, and my instructions were to stand near the information desks.  I did this till 2.40pm and I was thinking of calling them when I saw a guy in a suit with a sign that had my name on it.  Thank goodness.  I got a Mercedes transfer all to myself for the 20 minute drive to my hotel, it was like a chauffeur drive and I felt pretty important again for the second time that day.  The driver did ask for my voucher, but he didn’t seem to upset when I told him I didn’t have a copy of it – so that’s 2 out of 2 okay without vouchers.

My hotel the Aviz, has recently been renovated and is a classic hotel that once had guests such as Frank Sinatra, Maria Callas and Ava Gardner.  It was especially popular from the 1930’s through to the 1960’s.  It is a quaint hotel and will do me superbly for my 3 nights in Lisbon.  Once I had checked in, ( no voucher required, that’s 3 out of 3) I collected a map, got directions to the city, asked about Wi-Fi and food options, I dropped my bag to my room and headed straight out to have a look around.  The city of Lisbon looks pretty amazing, with tree lined streets, lots of flower beds and beautiful buildings, the sun high in the sky and the temperature 15C cooler than what I am used to it was a lovely afternoon to go for a stroll.  It took me around 20 minutes to walk to the main pedestrian street, where my first port of call was to get my UK sim card topped up, as I have lost my Aussie sim card somewhere and my Moroc one won’t going to last too long now being out of the country.  So I found the Vodafone store and there system was down to top up credits for other countries, so I purchased a Portugal sim card, which is free, and put 10EUR on it and got an additional 5EUR for free!!  So my number has changed again till my credit runs out and is +00351 91 644 0550 and then back on the UK number next week and then I guess I will be buying an African sim for my 3 months there, but I will need to check what the best options will be for that when I get to London.

I spent the next 3 hours walking around the beautiful city, before getting back to the hotel at 7pm and then chillaxing, blogging and uploading pictures.  I am happy to say I have one more folder left from Morocco to upload and then the fun starts all again for Portugal. 

I have a full day tour booked tomorrow that goes for 10.5 hours, so that is a massive day and I get out of the city to Fatima, Obidos, Nazare, Batalha and Alcobac.  So no time like the present, especially when I am now a day shorter here, due to the flight cancellation.

So welcome back to Europe for the next 11 nights.  It is good to be back.

Oh I forgot to tell you – my knee has improved no end and my massive scab fell of 2 days ago and it has been the first time I have been able to bend my knee in nearly 3 weeks with no pain.  I am going to have a massive scar there though and at the moment it is itchy as hell.  My elbow has also healed nicely and so has my bruise on my other leg.  The only thing giving me some grief is my toe, which has a blood blister under the nail, but this is nothing compared to everything else in the big scheme of things.  So I am just about all mended from my Greek escapades…….