Hotel Horta
Rua Marcelino Lima 9900-122 Horta, Faial, Azores, 9900, Portugal
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Horta und die Hortensien
... und Einheimischen begrüßt.
Good at Wood
Harry hatte sein gesamtes Tischlereiwerkzeug (unter anderem eine stattliche Hobelbank) auf der Grisu mitgeführt, das hauptsächlich in der Heckkajüte verstaut war. Aus diesem Grund musste ich seit der Abfahrt von Las Palmas auch immer im Salon auf einer Art schmalen Couch schlafen, was nicht sehr bequem war...Ich half Harry beim Entladen des Werkzeuges und hatte nun für meine letzten Tage auf der Grisu ...
Wrapping it up - where did the time go?
... many memories, new friends, and as much knowledge as I am. I'm not just saying that to build up this trip to be more than it was - I have changed and grown so much in this time!
The first thing I want to address is the language barrier, something that existed as a problem in the beginning but diminished greatly during the month. While we did have to rely on Rob in many situations to ask specific questions, translate restaurant menus, and communicate our needs to the hotel staff, ...
Full day on Horta
... a clean slate, take what is given and react. Well my reaction was that I was blown away, at the size of this monstrosity of a crater it was about 2km across and about 400m deep just huge. It looked like a massive salad bowl, everything inside of it was green. It's a sight that you just don't see everyday I guess that's why i was so amazed by it.
After the crater I drove on this old, bumpy, pot holed, dirt road along ...
Exploring Horta
... leave our mark. The captain had asked me to graffiti the harbor wall where our boat was docked. This is a tradition for crew to sign the wall with the boat's name and have the crew sign it. So I made a stencil and painted our boat's name and put the year. Never thought I would be putting my painting skills to use. It was sad to say goodbye to Horta but it was such a pleasure to experience such a place. Hopefully one day I can go back and stay for a ...
What a greeting.....
... Bar Brahama. It was a 60 year old bar that had a huge patio on the side walk. While there, Elaine and I were talking in english, of course. But there was a table of 8 guys off to the side of us. They called us over. They wanted to know where I was from, she knew me, and of course what soccer team I rooted for. It never takes more than 10 seconds for that topic to arise in conversations here. They were all great guys smiles and ...



