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... km is a pretty steep gradient - and you would be correct. There is very little flat land apart from the odd football field. The roads go up the hills, down the hills, around the hills, but most impressively "through" the hills and mountains. I have never seen so many tunnels. There is also lots of roads built in the air across valleys or around cliff faces. For someone like Leesa who doesn't particularly like heights, unless she is in a helicopter, it's ...
... heavy on Asian-themed gardens and water features. There’s also a
small museum displaying Berardo’s extensive collection of contemporary
Zimbabwean art, and the trails which snake downwards through the gardens are
lined with about 50 works of art in azulejos (glazed ceramic tiles) each
depicting scenes from a different era of Portuguese history, including one for
each Portuguese king. This helped ...
... to arrive at second levada at Rabacal which begins at the base of a waterfall named Caldeirao Risco. This levada at around 1,000 meters (3,300 feet) elevation is a far more modern one than the one on the previous day’s hike, with a much heavier water flow and a wider side path than most. A few kilometers farther and we (along with the levada) entered an 800 meter (one half mile) long tunnel to the drier side of the island where the water is used for ...
Although my week-long Madeira tour with Explore was focused
on hiking, the hikes were not too long or extreme which led to some time in the
afternoons for some short stop at other sites around the island. After the
Ponta Delgada hike we continued along the north coast to the towns of Porto
Cruz and Santana. To say “along the coast” is not really accurate since at
several places along the coast between valleys the cliffs rise ...
... village of Monte, we explored the square and had the most wonderful coffee I have had in a very, very long time. I don’t know why everything tastes better in Europe, it just does. Words cannot convey the mixture of delight and relief contained in that little cup. Which was fortunate, as we were about to embark on a terrifying tradition. Smoking men in white trousers, shirts and straw boaters ushered us into rickshawesque baskets, minus the wheels. In pairs or threes we then ...