Now I stood up here on the cliff and looked behind Dietmar, der auf das Meer hinaus segelte. Should be to think about me?

No, You no need worry. Dietmar hatte für den heutigen Nachmittag eine Einladung zum Mitsegeln von unseren französischen Nachbarn auf deren 43er Nauticat “PHILIA” angenommen. Bei ordentlich Wind wollten die beiden Herren Dietmar draußen die Vor- und Nachteile des Besan-Segels zeigen. Aber heute Abend sind wir natürlich wieder vereint 🙂

It moved me but rather in the mountains, more specifically on the highest peak of Madeira, Pico do Arieiro.

By picturesque, It first went Ribeiro Frio green valleys. In the middle of the laurel forest on the banks of the river you can take a short hike to a viewpoint. It went quite steeply uphill through flowering Apple trees. Not really that, what I love so much.

But shortly afterwards was the way flat and ran between rock walls in the forest.

Keine zehn Minuten später war die Wanderung auch schon wieder vorbei 🙁 Das war sogar mir etwas zu wenig, but the view was really impressive and even with background music, for two young men played didgeridoo up here. It fit amazingly well here. I settled myself in the Sun, and enjoyed music and views.

Back in Ribeiro Frio I needed to follow only a short stretch of the road, to get to the famous trout farm. The trout are raised here in brick basin, directly by the River with clear, cold water supply.

That looks quite different, as as seen in Germany. This is also probably the reason, why the idyllic plant is served by many tourist buses. But in the late afternoon relaxed calm prevailed, and people were only occasionally on the road. Also the environmental trail was deserted. Here you could learn more about the different plants of the laurel forest.

Next we went up towards Pico do Arieiro. Above is a NATO radar station on the Summit now. I had only a little bit in front of me, then I can enjoy the great views of the entire island.

Falsch gedacht 🙁 Gut, that I from on the road least had made a picture of the Summit. Because when I came up to, crept from the other side thick clouds over the Summit and packed everything in thick, grey cotton. It was direct here above on 1818 M also very cold. I quickly made a proof photo and quickly joined the way back.

For the stick down to the port took in only a fraction of the time, that I had needed for the way. The cold, monotonous grey no longer invited to other photo stops and I was happy, in the Sun Sat again as I at the port.

Dietmar was also back. He sat still in the so-called “Investors beer” on the SY PHILIA with both jeans(Jean-Yves and Jean Guy) together. The exit has been very funny. First the three had no wind at all and were pretty disappointed. When then exploded a beer bottle in the fridge, was brotherly to share the rest of the contents of the a good occasion to drink. Exactly in the moment, When the last drop was drunk, put the wind with 25 Node an and earned yet another great sailing afternoon. Sounds strange, but is so! Wieder was gelernt 🙂