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Six months and counting..

 

Six months ago today we chugged out of Amsterdam, loaded up with  gear and great expectations. We have not been disappointed! What an adventure we began, back  then in July.

In those months we have visited palaces and lived in a tent. We have tasted great food and enjoyed wonderful company. We have sailed, boated, ferried and swam our way around the Atlantic and the Mediterranean;  seen vultures circling above us and wild pigs scooting passed us. We have learned about Moors, Cathars and Catalans; learned smatterings of  French, Spanish and Portuguese and made new friends along the way. We have blogged, tweeted, Facebooked and Instagrammed and we have loved all your comments and likes. Thank you for all your encouragement – please keep it and share our stories with your friends too!

We have reached a mini-milestone. In six months we have travelled more than 15,000km and we are still in Europe! If we had gone straight to India we would be there and half way back by now!

But tomorrow we sail on the morning tide to a new continent. Africa beckons and so will begin our tales from the medina and more.  We are Morocco- bound and we hope you will come with us on the next part of our  journey.

 

 

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The ocean at the end of the lane

 

At one time it was thought to be where the known-world ended, at another it was the nerve-centre for maritime developments that later made discovering the New World possible.

Geoff and Dougal at the end of the world

Geoff and Dougal at the end of the world

 

Cabot St Vincent today is a windswept mixture of old and new. Jutting out into the ocean one cliff holds up a still-working lighthouse, warning sailors not of the end of the world, but at least of the monster cliffs at the very westerly edge of Portugal.

The lighthouse at Cabo St Vincent, the most southwesterly point in Europe

The lighthouse at Cabo St Vincent, the most southwesterly point in Europe

A powerful warning to sailors

A powerful warning to sailors

Guarding one of the world’s busiest shipping lanes, it is one of the most powerful lighthouses in Europe; its two 1,000W lamps can be seen up to 60 kilometres away. While it offers sound warning to seafarers, it has no impact on the local fishermen who literally risk their lives to fish off the pounded cliffs. Three have died in the last year alone.

Tiny dots of fishermen dice with death on the cliff tops

Tiny dots of fishermen dice with death on the cliff tops

No safety harness, not even a warm coat!

No safety harness, not even a warm coat!

A stern warning goes unheeded

A stern warning goes unheeded

And it is a mecca for surfers.

Riding the waves in the 21st century - what would Henry have thought?

Riding the waves in the 21st century – what would Henry have thought?

 

The other side of an often sea-misted bay is the rather tired remains of what is claimed to be Henry the Navigator’s mission control – his austere ocean-gazing fortress at Sagres – in which it is claimed that monumental changes to maritime exploration were developed.

Henry the Navigator's forteleza at Sagres

Henry the Navigator’s fortaleza at Sagres

Portuguese Prince Henry “the Navigator” was quite a guy. Born in 1394, his life was devoted to seafaring, navigating, plotting and colonising. He designed revolutionary new styles of ships – caravels – that were lighter, faster and better equipped to trade further afield than just around the Mediterranean, as the heavy ships of his day did. Fully embracing the age he sponsored mapmakers and navigators; and under his direction, Portugal laid claim to many new places including the Azores and Madeira and named the Sargasso Sea. Henry was the catalyst that made Portugal the first global and Europe’s longest running empire – from the taking of Ceuta in 1415, to the returning of Macau in 1999.

The mythology of the fortaleza at Sagres is that Henry created a navigation school that drew in the brightest and best; in order to send them back out on a mission to conquer the known world.  The centre-piece of the ruins is the massive “compass rose”- a 50 metre diameter structure only discovered in 1919 and claimed by some to be a navigation tool of the school, and by others to be a later-built sundial.

Ancient and modern - the compass rose and explanation at the forteleza, Sagres

Ancient and modern – the compass rose and explanation at the fortaleza, Sagres

The compass rose at Sagres Forteleza

The compass rose at Sagres Fortaleza

Modern historians point to the lack of documented evidence of what would have been such an esteemed academy to cast doubt on its veracity.

All that really remains of Henry's days in Sagres - the humble chapel looking out to sea

All that really remains of Henry’s days in Sagres – the humble chapel looking out to sea

Others claim that, years later, when English captain Sir Francis Drake sacked Sagres, en route to wiping out the Spanish Armada, he destroyed all the documents and maps stored at the fortaleza.

But never mind the maritime mythology. But there is no question that Henry contributed massively to the advancement of sailing, shipbuilding, mapmaking, and discovery. His obsession with exploration and of course colonization, led to improvements in vessels and navigation that lay the foundation for the famed and feted explores such as Columbus, de Gama, Magellan, Holden and Nimmo.

Nimmo the Navigator

Nimmo the Navigator

 

Okay, jokes aside, these days the site maybe a slightly desolate place, but Henry’s own wanderlust still inspires us all.

Dreaming of distant shores

Dreaming of distant shores

Just beyond the lighthouse - the ocean at the end of the lane

Just beyond the lighthouse – the ocean at the end of the lane

 

 

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Our halo moon

No one sees that same halo moon – the refraction and reflection of the ice crystals that form the ring display differently depending on where you are viewing it from, so if you saw one  last night – it was truly yours alone.

To the left of the moon, you can see a tiny white dot, which is Jupiter.

It is claimed they herald storms because they are indicative of cloud forming higher than 20,000ft, but that hasn’t happened so far. We are keeping out fingers crossed.

This is one of the delights of out-of-the-way travelling we have been lucky enough to enjoy  – the wonders of the sky at night when you can leave the big city lights behind. Heading out to remote fields, hills and casitas is highly recommended, and stand by for star trail experiments once the full moon wanes!

 

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Our casita couldn’t be sweeter

We are back in Spain again! We are staying in a little casita, or cottage, in the Sierra del Alhama region, with wonderful views of the hills across the valley.

The closest town – Zafarraya – is about a kilometer away and we are about an hour west of Granada and north of Malaga.

From our deck we can watch the sheep trundle through the turnip fields which have been left to rot as their winter feed and the goats on the high hill munching on the trees and bushes. There is almost no noise at all, except the dull clang of the sheep and goat bells, which we discovered sounds eerily similar to the sound of ice clunking in a large G&T. We are now wondering what those goats are really up to in the dark.

Our landlords –Alan and Lynn – live close by, but you would not know it. Only the regular visits from their four dogs give away that we have neighbours at all.

This is just a quick post. A writing job (that pays!) is taking up blog writing time, so there will be a short delay in posting of stories of our final Portuguese adventures and the latest Spanish ones for a little while, so please be patient…. they are on their way. Meanwhile – here’s our room with a view.