Azores :: The Randoms

Our time in the Azores was far too short and alas, our time there has come and gone.  Sad face. I was docked in a town called Praia da Vitoria on the island of Terceira.  The beauty of going to smaller less industrial locations is that you're literally in town.  Most people don't want tankers marring their view so they establish tanker terminals and tank farms 'away from the action'.  A five minute walk took us straight into the heart of town after leaving the gate.  Lovely!

The best way I can describe the overall feel is:  Hawaii + The Atlantic = Azores.  It had a distinctly European feel but was definitely tropical.  There was a lot of land dedicated to agriculture as well as a definite 'beach culture'.

I was very impressed by the Azores - I had envisioned a struggling economy, a rustic main drag and townspeople ambivalent to tourists - it was none of these things.

The town was immaculate and obvious care had gone into keeping things looking good.  There were flower beds everywhere.  A lot of work had gone into creating intricate designs in the cobbled roads and sidewalks.

Almost all the islanders spoke perfect English.  I mean perfect.  Given that their native tongue is Portuguese this is quite impressive.  They were happy to help and were clearly proud of their home town.  Seeing how much they loved the place made me love it all the more.

The town was bustling - which means that people are supporting their local economy.  It was heartening.  I always try to get a good meal when I hit a new town.  I was very lucky and found a restaurant that featured all locally grown produce, locally raised beef, and locally caught seafood.  It was sooo tasty!  I had fresh swordfish which was grilled  and served with mashed sweet potatoes that were gingery the fish drizzled with a passion fruit sauce.  Being from Hawaii, the meal wasn't exactly an experiment with new foods but it was oh so ono (delicious)!  My dining partner had squid and shrimp in a tomato-y stew...also totally tasty.  The restaurant was packed with locals!  This sweet little town supported their own!  Sustainability in action - it was great!

On top of all those other great things...there were Hydrangeas everywhere.  I love Hydrangeas so it was like a little bonus everywhere I looked!

I'm going to post photo's in a similar fashion to the way I did in Athens.  I'm going to organize them into groups and post a few at a time.  Today's are going to be the ones that didn't quite fit into other groups.  In other words....the randoms.

 

 

A brief update while I sort photos and take naps...

1.  The Azores were awesome!  More to come - lots of photos!  I pinkie swear... 2.  Remember how I didn't have the harbor chart?  As the Pilot was leaving his boat he stuffed our new chart into his jacket - first rung up the chart falls out the bottom and lands in the drink.  We docked with no chart...

3.  I slipped down the gangway when I was getting a fresh battery from the dock shack for their radio.  I have a ginormous black on blue on my right butt cheek.  Ginormous is an understatement...

4.  It is in the high sixties out.  After Mediterranean weather that feels absolutely freezing.  The Engineers haven't adjusted the thermostat for lower ambient temperatures so the ships house is like an icebox.  I'm sitting at my computer in sweats, a hoodie and am wearing my Uggs...

5.  Today I walked up to the bow on one of my rounds.  We took some spray over the bow - the only spray we've taken all day - and I got soaked...

6.  My cactus finger is finally starting to feel better.  I haven't watered the cacti since 'the incident' - is it bad when a cactus is wilting?

7.  I had a lovely commenter inform me that the term 'coon ass' was a racial slur.  To this I say, 'have you seen the show swamp people?!' because, one of my watchstanders informed me that he'd like to do that job too (and maybe even be on the show)....the only problem is that it's a really hard job to get because you have to start training when you're young.  If we're not calling them coon asses that means we're calling them Americans - I'm not sure which is worse...

8.  Disclaimer:  Megan the Nautie Mermate has never been politically correct.  Being a sailor has only amplified her loud, opinionated, obnoxious ways.  *Also, it's important to know that being a coon ass has very little to do with being of a specific race and everything to do with being a red neck of a particular variety*

9.  Now that I'm talking in the third person I think it's safe to say that I need to go take a nap...

 

My Morning ala Photo Essay!

Apparently Azores harbor pilots don't work in the dark.  After trying for an hour to hail the pilots via VHF I finally got a response back saying, 'It's dark out!  Call us back when it's light!'.  Well....alrighty then!

Luckily, the sun rose....yet again.  Isn't it nice having things in life you can count on?!

When we called the pilots back to notify them that it was now light out we were told that it was too windy.  Which, even though I hate to admit it - it really was windy.  The previous evening the Captain and I discussed that if the wind kept up we might not be going in right away.  However, it's been windy for days now....this might put a kink in our plans!

The pilots told us to call back at 1000 to see about going to the berth - at 1000 they told us to call back at 1400....I see where this is going....

Wanna know the good news?!

I saw me some dolphins!

I'm off to take a nap - I'm pretty sure they're going to call me smack dab in the middle of my rest period.  (But seriously, no complaints!  We're docking in the Azores after all!)

Land ho!

Throughout the night we enjoyed rain and heavy dark clouds....a large northly swell and choppy seas....and spray over the bow.  After being in the fairly protected waters of the Mediterranean it's nice to feel like you're at sea.

Overcast skies led to an interesting sunrise - very dramatic....certainly not as cheerful as hot pink streaking!

After spending some time on deck with my camera I reported back to the bridge for my second watch.

I was greeted with a faint outline of an island off the Starboard bow.

Land Ho!

Whenever I sight land I can't help but imagine some poor chap up in a crow's nest damp and windblown - possibly sighting land for the first time in months.

We were soon steaming past the rugged coastline of Santa Maria.  The sun was catching her just right - golden hills and cliffs.

This was our closest point of approach at approximately nine nautical miles.

Other than a few small fishing boats out for an early catch we had her waters to ourselves.

Good Morning Azores!

M.L.I.S.W :: Cannibals

I realize that I posted a 'My Life Is So Weird' episode very recently but, I've found that when I 'save' things for later they never get posted!  This one was just too absurd to not post!  

*This conversation began by discussing land values when purchased in large quantities*

 

AB1:  You can still buy land in West Virginiafor 50cents per acre!

ME:  Same in Maine!  Unreal!

AB1:  Yeah, but who would want to live in West Virginia with all that incest and all those cannibals?

ME:  Cannibals?

AB1:  Yeah!  There’s a pack of cannibals who live in the woods.

ME:  Really?

AB1:  Yes!  There are cannibals.

AB2:  Why would anyone want to eat someone?

AB1:  Because they’re cannibals!

AB2:  Why would you want to eat someone when you don’t have to?!

AB1:  Because they’re from West Virginia…and they’re cannibals!

AB2:  It’s against the law to eat people!

AB1:  It doesn’t matter to a West Virginian cannibal!

AB2:  Why would you eat people though?  There’s animals out there you can eat!!!!

AB1:  It’s what makes them a CANNIBAL!

AB2:  What?  Do they eat dead people?

AB1:  They kill people…and then they eat them.

AB2:  I just don’t get it….why would eat someone if you didn’t have to....

AB1:  Because they’re from West Virginia and they’re cannibals!

AB2:  No!  It’s not just West Virginia!  It’s everywhere!  There are sick muthafucka’s all over the world!  New York! New Orleans!

AB1:  Maybe in New Orleans with all those coon asses…but not New York City.

AB2:  You have serial killers everywhere!  Look at Dahmer!

AB1:  This is different!  These are cannibals not serial killers – and they live in West Virginia!

AB2:  Dahmer…he sure was a smart genius…

 

*I should note that by this time there were raised voices and flailing arms….and a lengthy conversation ensued...to discuss the merits of various serial killers….how smart they were and where they lived….I wandered into the chart room and began to write furiously*