22nd April

Overnight, as we approached the island of Madeira, the winds gradually increased from the south-west, reaching 50 knots in the wee hours, a portent of things to come perhaps?  Funchal lies in a shallow bay, the harbour being protected by a breakwater which runs parallel with the coast.  

Funchal lies on the south coast of Madeira, our track in, (green) and route out, (red)

Funchal lies on the south coast of Madeira, our track in, (green) and route out, (red)

Our plan A was to swing outside the breakwater and then back-in towards the berth, however at 6 a.m. in the morning, with winds outside of 35 knots, this seemed unworkable, turning involved putting the wind on our beam and way out of our parameters.  So plan B was put into effect, straight in, bow first.  Using the wind to our advantage, letting it push us north into the bay  and at the same timekeeping the speed suitable, the intent being to stay with the bow pointing almost into the wind and negating its effect.  A switch to ‘joystick’ as we passed the end of the breakwater and 15 minutes later we were alongside and making fast our lines.  

Final approach, (green), the left-hand one is track out

Final approach, (green), the left-hand one is track out

The docking

The docking and outward track

Daylight broke and the sun burned off all but the most persistent clouds which were covering the higher hills and by 9 a.m. the sun was shining and guests were going ashore.  

The discoloured water is mud, from a river outlet

The discoloured water is mud, from a river outlet

Funchal is a beautiful city, tree-lined boulevard and the temperate climate is ideal for blossoming flowers and fresh fruit.  We took a shuttle bus from the ship, which took us to the centre of the city and from here we walked towards the cable-car, a ‘must’ for anyone visiting.  It takes one up to the high peak which overlooks the city, not only that, it is the starting point for another ‘must do’, a sled-ride back down that same peak.  A shuttle bus takes us from the ship, into the centre of town, the sun is shining and the streets are full of not only locals but tourists, some from us and the other ship in port, the P&O Aurora.  We walk towards  the cable-car terminal.

The road from the berth

The road from the berth

Above us, on top of the breakwater, a man and hawk.

Above us, on top of the breakwater, a man and hawk.

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Then, the cable car.

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Our carriage awaits

 

Over the roof tops, up, up and away

Over the roof tops, up, up and away

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Ahead, somewhere in the clouds, is our destination

Ahead, somewhere in the clouds, is our destination

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While behind lies the city

While below lies the city

and us, alongside the breakwater

and us, alongside the breakwater

We reach the top and the stunning view of the city below

We reach the top and the stunning view of the city below 😉

 

Having reached the terminus, we stroll along a narrow, winding cobbled street, passing tropical gardens and lush, verdant pastures.  200 metres along the road is where the sleds wait and the most unusual ride.

 

Atop the hill a lovely church

Atop the hill a lovely church

The party, K2, K1, Victoria, Linda, Ivana

The party, K2, K1, Victoria, Linda, Ivana

Along the way, we pass an entrepenurial gentlemen, selling fresh strawberries and cream; Victoria can't resist, (nor could K1, K2 and Ivana)

Along the way, we pass an entrepreneurial gentlemen, selling fresh strawberries and cream; Victoria can’t resist, (nor could K1, K2 and Ivana)

The staked sleds lie waiting

The stacked sleds lie waiting

As do the men who will take you down

As do the men who will take you down

A very expensive account office, where one pays 15 Euros each

A very expansive account office, where one pays 15 Euros each

Off we go, my foot as proof I'm there

Off we go, my foot as proof I’m there

The sled ahead, from this one can see the steep incline of the ride

The sled ahead, from this one can see the steep incline of the ride

Victoria & Linda on the final leg

Victoria & Linda on the final leg

Ivana & K2 likewise

Ivana & K2 likewise

a photo from a poster, as it was 100 years ago

a photo from a poster, as it was 100 years ago

..taking the sleds back up the hill and ready for the next victims

..taking the sleds back up the hill and ready for the next victims

We take a taxi back, down the hill, 3¼ miles to the centre of Funchal.  Here I leave the ladies and return to the ship, this so as to give my 2nd-in-command, Thomas, some time ashore before we leave.  I started this post yesterday and now, writing on the 23rd, we are over 300 miles west of Madeira and around 2800 east of Florida.  The weather is cool, however it is sunny and seas are reasonably quiet.  I expect some wind and swell tomorrow, (our Sunday) as we come under the influence of a weather depression rolling east, this time of year there seems to be regular procession of the pesky things, however this one should be too uncomfortable.