"Waaaaah! Too stylish island! "Are probably the first words of the first Portuguese settlers arrived in Flores in 1452. A one or two words closely. In any case, we, that is what was said. And 17 days at sea have not expanded our printing. For the beauty of this piece of land lost to the west of the Azores and compelling. Even surprising. A semi-tropical micro-climate and volcanic soil allowed a rich and diverse greenery to grow uninhibited.
Hydrangeas galore, English turf wild trees which I do not know the name (the ones that look like fake), palms and bamboos do you want in here, plane trees along the roads all new, as with us in 70s, and a multitude of small flowers that would make a very pretty garden on a balcony of City Hall. Winding between all this, streams wriggling, leaping from the rocks to waterfalls as Belmondo, returning underground, seeping everywhere and nowhere to emerge to move inexorably toward the ocean. It's beautiful, it's wet, it's refreshing and cool. Indeed, one of the possible outputs of this water is in the showers at the toilet block. Much to the Caribbean cold shower when it's 35 ° C passes, both when it's 19 ° C with drizzle (just as in Britain a beautiful summer day), good mental preparation needed. But we can not complain, I feel you do not like it. But yet it was not really hot!
The first ride (yes, we do trips with friends) pulls on the legs looks like a fly between the fingers of a sadistic child. The average distance traveled in one day on the boat at around 20 meters, a walk of 6 terminals is about 300 times more pedestrian activity. To make the best circumarcheurs jealous market. Have legs in cotton takes a lot of sense. But in real versatile athletes, the event is easily crossed.
Our forces found, we rent a car, certified green greenspi (16V petrol in 1990), for another trip around the island, 80km and we go to the lakes in the craters. On the leaflets, it is like when you put the chicken sauce into the crater of mashed potatoes. In truth, there was so much fog we could not see a chicken crossing in this pea soup. But through sheer determination, and better conditions weather, we could see one of these havens of peace raised here since the earliest times (some even advanced the date of 1910!). The body of water is majestic, calm and lively at times, surrounded by trees (real this time) and reeds, and fed by waterfalls around it did not. Looks like an ad for mineral water. Besides an empty plastic bottle not far behind. And yes, even here ...
We leave Flores after four days of communion with nature and the refreshment of the wetting direction Horta on Faial Island, the main point of arrival chairs, where do we find Francis said the Barn, Philip said Pippo and Laura's sister says ... Jul three days later and where Fabrice leave us scarred for life by this adventure.
The port is shielded as Brinks. The boats are up to four couples on the docks. It's worse than the toll from St Arnoult back weekend of August 15. We find some boats seen on the other side of the Atlantic, and we compare it (the crossing): "We were put 17 days" "yes but we were was no wind for four days" we are suffered a gale, "" we were wiping the table " "We were better" etc ... It's like in a court of primary recreation, except that the canteen is pints of beer and steaks and fries. We must pass the bar world famous (well, mostly people who do the same boat and we did not know it) the "Café Sport" by Peter who feeds (especially in solid and liquid) the greatest navigators, Tabarly the crew of the hullabaloo, through a multitude of other world famous too. It's good child and it's nice.
Finally, boat cleaned and patched, as the crew (the Showers are hot! but cost 2 euros ...) we will see the future Blue fiasco (that of football, not the police) and enjoy the festival of farming with cows, tractors, music and a wood carver to chainsaw! while waiting for friends who arrive the next morning. And who will arrive well before elsewhere!
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