|Bridge above the streets of Lisbon|
|Lisbon by night, taken from the top of the bridge in the last picture.|
Because of all the delays, it was 4:30 am by the time we rolled into our hotel beds in Funchal. That gave me 6 hours to sleep, unpack and put together my bike, and be a functioning bicycling being. It was going to be a hard day.
I awoke to this:
|The view from our hotel. Note the huge cruise ship.|
The first kilometer on the bike, I felt scared and out of control, and I had no idea how I would be able to keep going for the next 6 or so hours. But somehow, the sunshine loosen my sleepy muscles and I forgot that I was tired, and remembered how much good, unclean fun can be had biking trails.
|Our guide, John, and Ap head into the bushes|
The day culminated in an extremely steep, loose downhill that was basically unbikable. As we dragged our mountain bikes slowly down the hill, I started to doubt the sanity of the expedition. After all, who carries their mountain bike down a hill?
Luckily, the trail continued out onto a dramatic cliff looking over the sea that rewarded us for our hard work...
|Heading out onto the cliff|
|Towards the end of a long day|
In my tired, sleepless brain, this waiter represented the barrier between me and food, which implicitly was the barrier between me and sleep. So I said, "I just want food. Can I please have food?" The waiter spent the rest of the meal going on about how he had to kill the monster in my stomach. And I was teased for the remark the rest of the trip.
There are four whole days of biking not yet immortalized - stay tuned for Madeira part 2!
- The Wild Bazilchuk