I first heard of the Azores around 2010. Yup, that’s true, I’d never heard of them before. I read about them in an edition of the Lonely Planet magazine and the spread was filled with photographs of glistening azure volcanic lakes and forested mountains. I had to look them up on a map, I had no idea where they were. [Read more…] about The Azores – A Subtropical Paradise in Europe
There’s a minute bifana on the menu but we’ve walked a long way – I’m more hungry than that.
I order what I translate to be beef and rice. The Portuguese, after all, don’t eat lunch the same way we do in England.
I relax in the sun, talking with the skipper about the day and squinting at the turns gliding on the sea breeze. Take a sip of my beer. [Read more…] about Why You Need a Good Poker Face When Eating in Portugal
The Azores have been on many a sailor’s list for many decades. These sub-tropical islands offer a sanctuary for the sailor and offer unique experiences. Read this sailor’s guide to Terceira to see why this island on the periphery of the Azores is definitely worth a visit.
The Azores are a meeting place for many. Sailors making passages from North America to Europe, or venturing out from the UK to the Med or Caribbean. Whales, dolphins and tuna all congregate here too, feeding in the rich waters of these volcanic islands. Even the world’s best windsurfers, surfers and cliff divers come here each year to take advantage of the extremes these islands provide. [Read more…] about A Sailor’s Guide to Terceira
There’s a perpetual cloud over the mountain nearby.
It’s more than a cloud. It’s an immense white-grey pillow of damp.
It gives the vibrant green to this island, the innumerable dairy cows their grass, the people their food. [Read more…] about Cloud Islands: Volcanoes in the Ocean
I feel like I haven’t been away. The painted shutters on windows, the low stone walls, the dairy cows, the sparrows.
She stands where I left her. I left her.
I left her here. [Read more…] about A Return to Terceira – Sailing Home
[This is an excerpt from my travel memoir, In Bed with the Atlantic…]
I’d been excited about seeing the famous tourada à corda (literally bull on rope) because, unlike Portuguese bullfighting, which ends in the injury and often later death of the bull, the animal isn’t harmed at all. In fact, the bull on the rope is the Portuguese equivalent of setting off a firework in a small room. [Read more…] about The Sun also Sets