Friday September 2
I couldn't fly across the ocean and spend a week on an island without sticking my feet in the water. Madeira is sheer rock diving straight down into the ocean. There are no beach chairs.
A few hours away from Madeira is the island of Porto Santo. Porto Santo is 7 km of beach hanging onto a flat top mountain covered with cactus. Perfect for a day trip.
Normally, the "cruise" ship leaves around 9 in the morning and returns around 5 at night. But since it just turned September, apparently the ship had to make two runs, so we had to be on board at 7 am and back into port at 1 am. That's a long "day trip".
I was picked up at my hotel around 6 am, joining a family from Scotland (because I sat in front, they first thought I was just part of the transportation staff, but realized when we exited to board the ship that I would be spending the better part of the day with them.
The ship had four passenger floors above a car deck. Some of the passenger areas were depressing rows of 8 semi reclining seats in each row facing a TV screen (like a wide body plane but with no aisles). The lounge area, however, had nice comfortable seats and easy access to drinks and food. My guess is that on crowded days, lots of people have to use the airline seats, but there weren't that many of us tourists signed up for this marathon tour schedule.
The first photo in this TR was taken from the ship as we sailed past the eastern end of the island (where I had seen dolphins the day before). Once we hit the open ocean, I went back to the lounge area. The trip took about 3 hours.
Since we had LOADS of time on the island, I had signed up for the island tour. On arrival in Porto Santo, we were met by a bus with both a driver and a guide who spoke in dozens of languages. Helpful since we needed the tour in english, spanish, french, german and portuguese.
There is not a lot to see on Porto Santo. There are a few view points to look down on the island:
There is an airport with the 2d longest runway in Portugal as a contrast to Madeira (it is heavily used by NATO), and there are places to stop and buy a drink to pass the time because really how long can you tour an island that is only 3 miles from end to end?
Proof I exist:
At the north end of the island, the water is warmest (it is a shallow area sheltered from the ocean). When we stopped to look out at the beach, a nice Spanish couple offered to take my picture.
We were dropped off at a local hotel fronting the long public beach. I had a quick (and really good) pizza at the hotel's beach front cafe and then headed for the sand.
With the beach was a public bath facility, where you could pay to rent umbrellas and chairs, and pay to use toilets and showers (although they let us use the toilets and showers for free).
Normally I burn from the intense rays of a refrigerator light, so the prospect of sitting on the sand, at 1pm, in the near tropics was not very inviting. I rented an umbrella and spread my towel out on the sand (I bought a nice deep green Portugal towel back on the west island tour and stuffed it into my backpack for this trip). I had shorts on over my swimsuit, which made for a quick change. And then I lay down on the sand.
It's nice sand, I mean, its soft. Pretty hot. Apparently its all crushed rock/fossil. There are no shells or coral, so its not a shell or coral beach. But it is a little lumpy and after an hour of lying under the 3 foot tall beach umbrella (and scooting a couple inches every so often to keep up with the moving shadow), I got board and gave up.
One of drawbacks of being a single independent traveler is that you can't afford to just leave your passport, cash and plastic on the beach and run off into the surf.
Here's where the Scottish family came to the rescue. I screwed up my courage and asked if they might look after my back pack while I ran into the water, and not only were they happy to babysit my life's documentation, but Andy (who was roughly my age) and his "mum" both joined me in the water.
A quick look at the beach:
The water is a little cool and completely empty--no fish, no plants, no life at all. A few rocks among the sand. No crabs. It is a desert with water. I've never seen such an empty ocean.
After swimming, I was invited to join the family for dinner, which was all the more gracious considering that Andy was celebrating his birthday. Turns out he sings in a barbershop chorus in Scotland, something I used to do stateside, so we had lots to talk about.
About 9, we hobbled onto the bus to be shuttled back to the ship. On board, the lounge was filled with sunburned passengers, draped across chairs and tables, most fast asleep just 10 minutes out of port. We were a pretty ugly crew when we disembarked at 1am in Funchal!
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