Unlike Madeira island, Porto Santo has a wonderful natural
beach.
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Beach
looking East |
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Barrie started getting artistic with his
photos.
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Tree at
sunset |
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Paul
started getting greedy when he saw the menu
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Not one
grouper but two ! |
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And
after some Madeiran wine we all started getting silly. It was nice to
relax.
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Silly walks
on the way back from town |
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Next
day it rained all morning but eventually the sun came out and we were able to
take part in an age old tradition. These islands are a crossroads in world
navigation and passing yachts leave their mark on the harbour wall by leaving a
mural depicting their crew, boat and future intentions. We managed to find some
spray paint at the local motorcycle shop and rapidly became graffiti artists. It
was interesting to note that as I was spray painting the harbour wall the
customs officer drove past and nodded his approval. Imagine that happening back
in the UK ! We took it in turns to leave a
bit of what we felt.
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Paul finding
a spare area on the harbour wall |
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Painting the
sails |
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Painting the
boat |
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Adding the
ocean |
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Completing
the sea |
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What we
intend to do next |
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Final
Graffiti |
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Some
of the murals could easily have sold for large amounts of cash if you could only
take them away. The beauty is you can’t. Ours may not be up to that standard but
we were happy to leave our mark in this lovely island before moving on to her
big sister – Madeira. The people were so
friendly and helpful – reminded me of Vav’au down in Tonga in the
South Pacific.
It
was humbling to reflect that for centuries seafarers had stopped here and we
were carrying on that tradition. Move over Christopher Columbus – you might have
got married here but Peejay is passing
through.
