"Hey!" yells someone from the car that pulls up next to us, "you need gas?" We stand at the roadside and look a bit bewildered, because we can't believe that with our appearance, a sack truck pulling behind us on which a 20l gasoline can stinks, someone offers us a ride. "Jump in", I wanted to reply that the canister smells a lot like gasoline, so he has already packed it and stowed it behind the driver's seat. We also get in and drive to the gas station. When we had filled up the tank, we wanted to say goodbye to the nice man, but he wouldn't let us negotiate with him and so we drove with him to the marina, where he said goodbye to us at Dinghi Dock. A beer, a coffee or anything else? "Sorry, I can't make it, my kids are waiting." Yes, you have to get used to this friendliness and helpfulness or better not, because this is something very special. We use the gained time for shopping and test our outboard motor, which obviously feels comfortable again and has started its service without complaining.
|Pico do Castelo, Porto Santo|
Taking advantage of the beautiful weather, the next day we set out to climb the striking mountain that looks like a sugar loaf. It is called Pico do Castelo and is 437 m high. At first we walk through the suburbs of Vila Baleira always up the hill. Halfway up, you already have a good view of the airport of Porto Santo. The island is quite bare below. At an altitude of 200m a wide belt of cacti starts to grow. Only at a height of 300m you find forest on the island. Today it is not too warm, but the steep path makes us sweat a lot. On the north side of the Pico do Castelo a cool wind is blowing. We reach the top and take our first rest. The small lizards on the stone wall are trusting and even crawl up Gaby's back. Unfortunately the little critters don't know that Gaby doesn't like it at all. She jumps up with a scream and the little guy, frightened to death, flees.
|Northcoast of Porto Santo|
From up here you can see the whole island, and tomorrow we decide to take a walk along the south coast to the most western point of the island. But first we go down again. Halfway down we find a hut with a guestbook. We sign it and document that we were on the island. When we arrive in the village we sit down on a terrace with a bar and watch the people passing by. We like to do this, the warm afternoon sun shines on our belly.
|11 km golden sand beach|
|Tracks in the sand, Ponta da Calheta, Porto Santo|
|Port of Quinta do Lorde, Madeira|