Blog Category: This big beautiful world
We met Africa at dusk, dazed. Tangier at night, breezy. Fes in mid-day heat. Then cooled off with rain between the dunes of Sahara right after sunset.
After a day of getting ever closer to Africa, we finally crossed the Straight of Gibraltar to Morocco. Once in Tangier, we wandered at night through the alleys of the medina in the footsteps of the Only Lovers Left Alive movie characters while spotting out the oddities and the familiarities >
How does one prepare for a 10-day-mid-August trip through hot Morocco? Adjusting to the heat to follow by sunbathing on the streets of Sevilla might help, and that we did.
Having left Lisbon late afternoon, we made camp on the banks of Guadiana river before sunset. Next morning we waved off Portugal after the village of Barrancos and made our way to Sevilla after checking out the view over the Aracena castle.
Once in Sevilla, we took the >
Marielyst: a Mediterranean reminder with a 20 km stretch of white sand dunes beach on the Baltic island of Falster, in Denmark. Minimal. Minimalistic minimalism. Good for collecting types of clouds for a nice atlas. Good for collecting hues and tints and shades and colors. Good for collecting sunsets. Good for collecting melancholic memories. Good for collecting smiles. And moments of calmness.
Beautiful at storms and after. Praia da Ursa wannabe. Way more accessible. The ocean-land fight is visible and ever undecided. Place of inner and outer exploration.
You find it west of Sintra and close to Almoçageme, cozied up between two hills. You find tunnels and grottoes and vertical cliff drops. The beach also suffers a sudden drop in the ocean, so if you wanna swim, you might wanna save it for a more safe environment.
Second time we ventured into the Atlantic (first time was in Azores), we sought out the beauties of Madeira. Not much of an effort actually, apart from the nifty-shifty weather. From afar and from close up, Madeira looks all around like the entrance to Moria. Either that or the Cloud Central Headquarters. In-between some temporary windows of clearer skies, off we went, exploring around.
First stop: Funchal centre – a sprawling city it what >
Because of the legend, because of the hype. For the rawness and roughness and might. For the awe to be felt. For the roaring deep crushing sound. For the hope to see the BIGGEST WAVES IN THE WORLD. For the mind-freeing views, both above the village and towards Praia do Norte. And even for the food. We go there time and time again. Always with the promise to return. So there’s more of Nazaré coming. :)
P.S.: the rock in the GIF is about 10 >