They sounded very excited, probably in anticipation of a big sardine dinner. I don’t think they are as healthy for you, swimming around in their own caged filth.Īnyway, a flock of seagulls practically covered the trawler. There are a lot of fish farms now but I am very leery of eating fish grown in fish farms. It always amazes me that there are still any fish in the sea. On the way back we passed a sardine trawler and it was hauling in a ton of sardines. A light jacket would have done the trick but I don’t think of those things until it’s too late. Minnow.Įven though it was a hot and sunny day, the ride back was a bit chilly as it left the island at 18:30 (6:30pm) and the sun had gotten a little lower in the sky. After sitting back down on the dock of the bay for a spell, it was time to get back on the S. Thankfully, rather than climbing back up those treacherous steps, we were able to hop on a small boat from down at the fort to tour the water caves.Īfter our fun tour around the caves, it was time to drop us off back at our rendezvous spot to head back to Peniche, from where we launched. The Portuguese are from a sturdy and non-litigious stock. In the US, there would be warnings and barriers and waivers to sign. Age creeps up on you quickly.Īfter escaping death down the steep, winding, mountainous path, we walked through the fort, occasionally bonking our heads on low, rock ceilings. Take advantage of a bit of adventure while you still can. I mean, I feel healthy enough now but I ain’t getting any younger. It made me wonder how many years longer I will be able to navigate these harrowing obstacle courses. Might be a good idea to tip in advance, though. He travels these steps more than once a day, like a Nepalese Sherpa, and has probably grown callous to those he has lost. Luís, our trusty tour guide, appeared undaunted. It never ceases to amaze me in Portugal how so many places you could easily fall to your death. The ancient, stone staircase down to the fort was steep and had no railing. In actuality, many of the monks were also warriors back then. Monks were probably an easy mark, unless they were of the Kung-Fu order. I’m a little worried about what’s going to happen when I turn 100, though.ĭuring our tour, we walked to Fortress São João Baptista, which was built in 1502 as a military defense against pirates who kept attacking the monks. The Ecological Threats Report places Portugal among the countries facing fewest ecological threats until 2050. The historical and ecological tour on Berlenga was good, too. The next time I might skip the tour and spend the day on the beach because it was so peaceful with its crystal clear, turquoise water and a few topless mermaids. We were scheduled for a walking tour and then a cave tour, but we had enough time for a quick stroll on the beach first. We got to the island bay and disembarked. I was thankful for that because I was sitting directly behind her. Luís, our trusty tour guide, advised her to look at the horizon, which seemed to work.
Surprisingly enough, though, the girl in front of me was getting a little queasy. The trip with the wind in our faces was brief and invigorating. Trust me, though, you don’t need that stuff.
I could just hear the cashier over the loudspeaker, “We need a price check on Vomidrine, a price check on Vomidrine, please! Oh, and a cleanup on aisle three!” They should have called it Calmamine or Smoothamine or something like that. What a terrible name! It almost made me sick just looking at the box. Minnow were all set!Ī friend of ours was kind enough to bring along the Portuguese version of Dramamine, called Vomidrine. The fast boat it is! Our reservations on the S. The slow boat is a bit smoother but that slow motion can make you more nauseous and you are rocking for longer. The fast boat takes the waves a bit more radically, but you get more wind in your face and it’s quick, only about 20 to 25 minutes. Our options were to take the fast boat or the slow boat. Well, I’m not going to let this Siren, who had probably led many Portuguese explorers to their deaths, think of me as an American Gilligan. I told her that that didn’t sound too smooth to me, but she assured me that it was. I was told that the seas were expected to be very calm that day, only about one and a half meters.ĭoing the figurin’ and sypherin’ in my non-metric mind, that seemed to be about five feet. The seas can get very rough, so I called ahead of time to see what we could expect on the day we were planning to go. I tend to get seasick easily and I had heard stories about those who got sick on the way to Berlenga Island.
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