So the Azores are the most interesting islands Mel has never heard of. Geography was not her best subject. Of course, she is not alone. Greg and Mel have been reading Mark Twain’s travel book, The Innocents Abroad, which describes his journey here aboard a steamship in the 1860’s. He says then: “I think the Azores are very little known in America. Out of our whole ship’s company there was not a solitary individual who knew anything whatever about them.”
Mark Twain also experienced rough seas when he came here from New York. “One could not promenade without risking his neck; at one moment the bowsprit was taking a deadly aim at the sun in midheaven, and at the next it was trying to harpoon a shark at the bottom of the ocean.” Exactly.
Mark Twain is a man after Mel’s own heart. “At three o’clock in the morning of the twenty-first of June, we were awakened and notified that the Azores islands were in sight. I said I did not take any interest in islands at three o’clock in the morning.”
Mel cannot be more eloquent than Mark Twain, so she will describe Faial for you the way he described Flores: “It was ribbed with sharp, steep ridges and cloven with narrow canyons, and here and there on the heights, rocky upheavals shaped themselves into mimic battlements and castles; and out of rifted clouds came broad shafts of sunlight, that painted summit, and slope and glen, with bands of fire, and left belts of somber shade between. It was the aurora borealis of the frozen pole exiled to a summer land!”
When he visited Faial, he noted, “Nobody comes here, and nobody goes away.” He also spoke of innumerable beggars. That has changed. In 1957 a volcano, previously submerged under the sea, started to erupt, and 13 months later there was a new extension of Faial, made of ash and basalt. The islands were apparently a bit crowded then, and so many Azoreans used the eruption as a way to talk JFK into letting 30% of the population emigrate to the US and Canada. The remaining Azoreans appear to do well with tourism in this sailing mecca, and the people here are welcoming and speak English.
Enjoy the pics of Horta and Faial. We aren’t in the Bahamas anymore!
The white building with black trim is a popular motif here
The church/museum/government building. Not something you see in the US.
Mark Twain describes the nice streets back in the 1860’s!
You also see a lot of decorative tile on buildings
Volcanic soil is quite fertile!
Views from the marina in Horta
Graffiti is encouraged here
Atlantic crossers make their mark. Mel was too tired to paint ours.
Buildings on the slopes of hills never have side windows
The Sail Repair man cometh, says our Parasailor is ripped too badly. Sail repair man then goeth away.
And this is how crowded it was BEFORE the ARC arrived…
I guess we aren’t the first to do this…
The site of many social gatherings
We explore the town
An interesting blend of European and Island-style architecture
Typical Horta sight.
The bar you are supposed to go to after your crossing. Too crowded.
The distinguished trash demanded a separate bin.
We celebrate with ZigZag
Mel finds a handicraft shop!
The lighthouse that was covered in ash during the eruption
The land in the background was not there in 1956.
The spiral staircase up the lighthouse
Spiral staircases are a good way to get your land legs again!
We climb to the top of the lighthouse. Dusty up there.
The modern Vulcao dos Capelinhos museum. All the geology you would ever want to know. Ever.
We find an old volcano on the road to the Caldera
In reality, we sailed not to another island but to another planet
This stuff is much more fertile than the limestone in the Bahamas
I would try to build a house here too
Beautiful palette
The early stages of the formation of a pink hill
Would love to see what kind of plants grow here in a million years
Lots of iron in the soil
Reminds me of Pennsylvania…
Mmmm…Azorean beef stew!
We take a less-travelled road to the Caldera. Can’t see Caldera. Cool road, though.
Cliffs on both sides! Thanks, clouds, for helping Mel not crap herself.
Mel painted this. In her mind.
We share the road with a Portuguese bull. Obrigada, bull.
No traffic, which is good.
This cow looks jaded from all of the pictures
Farms and ranches
The Caldera, at last! Greener than you would expect for the mouth of a volcano.
A weird church in Flamengo.
The remains of the festival of Corpus Christi
The town has a holiday
The locals hang out in Porto Pim
We have a lovely night listening to live Portuguese Fado music
We eat at Genuino’s. He did two solo circumnavigations. He lets you know it.
Darn! Closed! What does one do if one has an after-hours naturalist emergency?
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Thanks for filling in the gaps in my knowledge about this mysterious place covertly discussed only among tight circles of trans-Atlantic sea farers. I first heard of the Azores in the Bahamas and was apparently too self conscious to inquire further lest the reply be in the tone of “you’ve never heard of AFRICA???”. It’s neat to “meet” the Azores vicariously through you.
The other challenge in the Azores, besides acknowledging its existence, is guessing what country each boat is from via their ensign. There are a lot of flag designs out there!
Thanks for filling in the gaps in my knowledge about this mysterious place covertly discussed only among tight circles of trans-Atlantic sea farers. I first heard of the Azores in the Bahamas and was apparently too self conscious to inquire further lest the reply be in the tone of “you’ve never heard of AFRICA???”. It’s neat to “meet” the Azores vicariously through you.
The other challenge in the Azores, besides acknowledging its existence, is guessing what country each boat is from via their ensign. There are a lot of flag designs out there!