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Cabo Girao, Camara de Lobos, Columbus, Encumeada Pass, Funchal, Madeira, Porto Moniz, Ribeira Brava, Santa, Santa Maria, Sao Vicente, Seixal
Madeira 3. Wednesday 16th November. Today we had a great tour of the west of the island, starting at what we were promised would be the beautiful fishing village of Câmara de Lobos, a few kilometres to the west of Funchal.
I have to say, I was a little disappointed. For me, pretty fishing villages nestle, huddled at the bottom of their cliff, estuary, or whatever. This didn’t. It spread way up the mountain, most of it with modern houses, with their obligatory red roofs. (An obligation placed, all over the island, by the government. But, as I learned later, planning restrictions on where to build were only brought in in 2000.) Where there weren’t houses, there were banana plantations.
I wandered around a little,
and then moved away from the harbour, to find I was being spied upon.
Further along the coast to the west was Ribeira Brava.

Madeira has little wildlife, so I was pleased to see this, and several other ducks
Then there was a long drive to the northernmost tip of the island, via Santa, to Porto Moniz,
known for its natural lava rock pools.

though it appears that Elfin Safety have had a go at them.

Lumps of lava were everywhere
On via Seixal to Sâo Vicente for lunch – in a circular restaurant which we discovered was rotating very slowly. I learnt this through my bag twice disappearing from the low window ledge by my side where I had put it, to be found beside another customer. No-one had noticed that the view outside had changed!
A little wander around the village afterwards.

The bird of paradise is everywhere

Pavements were mostly of the volcanic material around, older ones like this one being of basalt pebbles long ago taken from the beach. Very attractive they were too.
There followed a drive right over the top of the island, via the Encumeada Pass.
From here we were driven nearly back to Câmara de Lobos, to the highest cliff in Europe*, the second highest in the world, Cabo Girâo. Where a surprise awaited some. You could look down the 580 metres through your feet!
Or, over the balcony, standing on the glass.

Eastwards to Funchal
I was interested to see this (using my zoom!), a replica of Columbus’s Santa Maria, especially as I was thinking of going on it on the final day.
Back to the capital, which contains more than a third of the island’s population. I had to call in on the pharmacy near my hotel at the end of the day, and was delighted to see this:
*Though Madeira is on a latitude with and rather nearer to Africa than to mainland Europe.
Wonderful craggy seaviews and I liked the shots up in the mountains. Those pharmacy jars were a real treat too.
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It was good to get into those mountains.
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Well that’s the first report I have read of a restaurant which actually arranges for your handbag to be stolen! Perhaps a little warning about its circling tendencies would be in order? And I’m ok with heights, but those views are quite dizzy-making! Well done Venetia and camera – many thanks for sharing.
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D’you know, I was a little bit niggled! I think the English tour guide wanted to see if anyone noticed. And it did take a while.
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Amazing pictures Venetia, you are an expert photographer now too. Thanks for sending your Blog to the USA from where I will be returning tomorrow then starting to think about Xmas.
With love Barbara xx
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Welcome home!
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What a big cliff. Thoughts of Brexit entered my mind when I saw it.
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I hope you don’t mean what I fear you might…
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Splendid photographs. I liked the canine spies watching your progress. What a frightening cliff. You did well to record the scene.
Rather worrying to lose sight of your handbag in the restaurant – the revolving must have been very slow.
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The first time my handbag was ‘stolen’ was indeed worrying, the second time amusing. The two canines were within seconds of each other. As for the cliff – you would certainly not have liked it!
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That ship would have been so neat to sail in for a bit!!
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It would! But did I…?
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Oh I hope you did so there are pictures!!😄
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I’d love to go to a restaurant that circles! Although technically every structure on Earth is constantly moving, as we’re being hurled through space at unfathomable speeds.
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Well there’s a thought! However, if I’d known in advance I think I’d have been disappointed at how slowly it went. (The restaurant that is!)
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Haha! I wonder if the owners of the restaurant would’ve spent the money to make it turn if they’d thought about the fact that it’s constantly moving anyway?
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Fantastic photos! The water off the coast looks so clear and blue, and very clean.
The rotating restaurant sounds a bit like the Space Needle in Seattle Washington. I’ve never been in it, and have only been to Seattle once we moved here.
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The restaurant was pretty well at ground (first) floor, so we had even less excuse for not noticing that it was revolving!
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Adorables tes 2 “espions” ! Les villages me font penser à ceux de Tenerife, même style d’île volcanique abrupte. Quant au restaurant tournant, celui de la Tour de l’Europe à Mulhouse l’était. De son 31e étage, on repérait bien les changements de paysage sur la plaine d’Alsace et les Vosges. Ce qui était perturbant, c’était les toilettes (dans le bloc central fixe) qu’il fallait chercher ailleurs à chaque fois !
Merci pour ces photos et ce voyage, que je suis… avec retard…
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I laughed out loud at your own adventure with the revolving restaurant! At least – I imagine – you knew it was moving!
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Yes indeed ! The restaurant was renowned for its being on the highest level of the tower and for its revolving. It was in winter and Mulhouse was under a blanket of snow. The view was wonderful
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