Tuesday 25 April 2023

Madeira (6): Eating and Drinking

Slogging up Through the Foothills

17-Apr-2023 to 23-Apr-2023

The Mission

Portugal
Madeira
During our week in Madeira we tried (breakfast apart) to eat dishes noted for being particularly Madeirense. After a single week's experience we cannot claim to be experts in Madeiran cuisine, but we have, I think, successfully scaled the foothills of knowledge. Madeira is a piece of Portugal entirely surrounded by the Atlantic, the Algarve (see Eating the Algarve is a piece of Portugal half surrounded by the Atlantic, so there are many similarities, but also several differences.

Breakfast

Our hotel’s breakfast buffet, was a magnificent spread covering the morning eccentricities of every corner of Europe. There was nothing Chinese, Indian (see Breakfast Thoughts in Udaipur ) or American, but they know their clientele.

As far as I can ascertain a local breakfast consists of coffee and bread or toast with whatever you wish to spread on it; in south west Europe breakfast is not the meal by which to judge the local cuisine. Madeira is, of course, geologically Africa, but the people are Portuguese and so is their breakfast.

Lunch

We ate light lunches – a toastie or a sandwich - washed down with beer, except the day we could face no more food, so just had beer.

Madeira has a craft brewery or two, but they require seeking out. Coral beer, on the other hand, is sold in every café on the island. Produced by the Madeira Brewing Company, who have been active since 1872, it is a standard southern European pilsner-style lager. It is nothing special, but deals excellently with a thirst on a warm day.

On draught it comes in glasses of 20 (why bother?), 30 40 or 50cl. Sometimes, though, for a real thirst, you need something bigger.

Sometimes you need a big bottle of beer

Many cafés offer a dose de camarão fritas or a dose de lapas grelhadas. ‘Dose’ means ‘portion’ – we use the same word in English with a different shade of meaning (cod and chips twice and a dose of mushy peas, anyone?). Camarão fritas are fried prawns, lapas grelhadas are the more edgy grilled limpets (you don't get those in the Algarve). My friend Brian had visited these shores before and warned me – ‘they have two parts,’ he said, one is a big muscle to grip the rocks, the other contains its bowels and anus. One part you can’t eat, the other you don’t want to eat.’ These may not be his precise words, but I believe I have the gist.

Despite the warning, and my respect for Brian’s opinions, we ordered a dose between us.

A dose of limpets, Café Teatro, Funchal

I had imagined Brian was talking about the large conical limpets I used to try to knock off the rocks in my youth during holidays on the South Wales coast (you had to make your own fun in those days), but these were flatter. The muscle in a Porthcawl limpet is truly mighty, eating it would be like chewing a squash ball, but these were…um…all right. Lynne enjoyed them so much she had another dose a few days later and I thought they were best shellfish I have ever eaten, except for all the others.

Bolo do Caco is the usual accompaniment to limpets, and very many other things. It is a flatbread the shape of a cake (bolo) cooked on a basalt slab (caco). It is usually served split with the interior slathered with garlic butter.

A Pre-dinner Drink

Unlike mainland Portugal, Madeira’s climate is suitable for growing sugar cane and aguardente de cana is made by distilling fermented cane juice. Mixing it with orange and/or lemon juice and sweetening it with sugar or honey produces Madeira’s traditional drink, poncha.

Poncha resembles a daiquiri but has more fruit and more fire. Daiquiris are made with three-year-old Havana rum, a smooth, amiable sprit, while Poncha involves a 50% alcohol Madeiran white rum of unknown aging. Poncha can be bought ready made in bottles, but most restaurants make their own, a couple of jugs are usually parked in sight of the diners and given a stir by any passing waiter.

A glass of poncha while studying the menu

Poncha has a pleasant balance of alcohol, sweetness and acidity and at 25% alcohol is an ideal pre-dinner drink.

Dinners

We were in Madeira for seven nights, that is zero starters, seven main courses each and a few desserts; a single course meal is often enough for us these days. With a possibility of 14 mains, we thought we could at least scratch the surface of Madeiran cuisine. We ate in mid-range restaurants in the Lido district of Funchal, where we found average price for a one or two course meal was a little over €70, including an aperitif and bottle of wine.

Fish and Sea Food Mains

Geography dictates that fish will be important, some dishes will be shared with mainland Portugal, and others will be typically local. The most typically local of all is the Black Scabbardfish.

Black Scabbardfish, Funchal Market, Madeira

Black Scabbardfish We have frequently encountered silver scabbardfish in Algarve markets, but never on a menu - which might say something about them - but the Black Scabbardfish was new to us. They look similar (apart from the colour) and are both members of the family Trichiuridae, but the black scabbard prefers the deeper water around Madeira and appears on every Madeiran menu. With its thin pointy face and evil looking mouth filled with long sharp teeth, this is the ugliest fish in the world according to the locals, though for down to earth plug-ugliness nothing compares to the Monk fish.

Silver Scabbardfish, Olhão Market, Algarve

My fillet lounged on cushion of potato purée with a banana where its spine would have been had it not been filleted. Madeiran bananas are shorter and sweeter than the Cavendish bananas from the Caribbean and Central America that we are used to. Over this are the juice, seeds and flesh of a passion fruit. Madeira is not technically a tropical island, but it produces a lot of tropical fruit.

Fruit and fish are tricky plate-fellows, but this combination works, the sweetness of the banana and the acidity of the passion fruit perk up the scabbardfish, which, dare I suggest, owes much of is popularity to its availability.

Black Scabbardfish with banana and passion fruit - it looks alarming but tastes delicious
Unnamed restaurant at the top of Rua do Gorgulho

Tuna with Maize. Tuna is equally popular in the Algarve but on Madeira fried maize (I think we would normally call it polenta) is the traditional accompaniment. Tuna is inevitably described as ‘meaty’ and here the markings on the flesh were almost the only clue it was not meat; and the accompanying sauce could be called gravy without giving offence. Boiled potatoes with fish is an unwritten Portuguese rule and the polenta sits beside the spuds in neat cuboids. Crisp outside, soft inside it had little flavour, but justified its presence by providing two new textures.

Tuna with Polenta, Reaturante Tricolore, Estrada Monumental

Wrasse. I have never seen wrasse on a menu before and after looking it up I wonder if this was a mistranslation. Unfortunately, I did not check the Portuguese menu at the time and this restaurant does not have its menu on-line. Two large pieces of fish, simply presented and perfectly cooked went down well.

Wrasse, Restaurante Tricolore, Estrada Monumental

Salt Cod became a Portuguese staple in the days before refrigeration and they still eat it, on Madeira as well as the mainland. Lynne’s perfectly cooked slab of cod, hid beneath a pile of caramelised onions.

Salt Cod, unnamed restaurant at the top of Rua do Gorgulho

Squid is on every menu and we both ate squid, though at different restaurants on different days. In the Algarve the norm is one or two larger squid grilled or a multitude of small squid given a different treatment. On both occasions here we had four or five smallish squid. Occasionally the boiled potato rule is relaxed for squid and it is served with rice.

Grilled squid and rice, Restaurante Tricolore, Estrada Monumental

Octopus is common in the Algarve and almost always cooked à lagareiro. Nearby restaurants in Funchal offered more variety, but my choice of Octopus Rice was not a great one. It was cheaper than most main courses and very pleasant, but I would have liked more octopus – you get what you pay for, the error was mine for choosing it.

Octopus rice, Mad Market Restaurant, Estrada Monumnetal

Arroz de Marisco (Rice with seafood) is a particular favourite of mine. Traditionally a bowl for two is brought to the table and given a judicious stir by the waiter before ladling out the first portions. The seafood content can depend on what is available in the market that day but I suspect the differences from our expectations were because this is Madeira - though it might be the restaurant. The basic flavours were good and the bowl was near-inexhaustible as it should be, the seafood was plentiful and well-cooked but there was only squid, mussels and prawns. In the Algarve you also expect langoustine, a crab claw and maybe a leg or two as well. I also prefer seafood served in is shell (except for squid!) getting your hands messy, is all part of the fun. Well-made as it was, I found this a little disappointing.

Arroz de mariscos- nothing wrong with what's there, but what's missing lets it down
Reaturante Tricolore, Estrada Monumental

Meat Main Courses

Espedata is basically a kebab - not to be confused with espada, (scabbard fish) and espadarte (swordfish) as at least two of these three words appear on every menu. The traditional food of a festa, of which Madeira has many, espedata is no common-or-garden kebab. Large chunks of beef are rubbed in garlic, salt and bay leaf and marinated for 4 to 6 hours in Madeira wine, red wine vinegar and olive oil then skewered on a laurel stick and grilled over glowing wood chips.

Espedata, with our irascible host caught in his own mirror, Restaurante Tokos, Estrada Monumental

We ate espedatas at a relatively expensive restaurant run by an elderly and mildly eccentric chef-patron. To our request for a poncha he replied sharply, ‘No, poncha is a bar drink, this is a restaurant.’ That told us – though he is out of step with every other restaurant on the island. We had a glass of Madeira instead, medium dry Verdelho, the only Madeira (as opposed to Vinho Madeirense – see below) we drank, other than ‘free’ samples.

He had grown the potatoes for the chips himself, he told us, and they were good, but his steak was the joint-best I have ever eaten, equalling the slab of Welsh Black I enjoyed at the Abercrave (sic) Inn in Abercrâf on the edge of the Brecon Beacons in 2007. Cooked rare as requested it was richly flavoured, juicy and hit the perfect spot on the tender-to-tough spectrum.

Carne de Vinho e Alhos or as the English menus put it, 'Meat, Wine, Garlic', is another traditional festival dish. The ‘meat’ is pork and this dish was traditionally eaten at the time of the annual pig slaughter a few weeks before Christmas. The pork should be marinated for three days in white wine, vinegar, salt, and pepper. Mine, unfortunately was not good, the fat free meat was  very dry. There were, though a few very welcome olives on the plate. A big difference between Madeira and the Algarve is the paucity of olives here; on the mainland olive munching is obligatory twice daily, at least.

A not so successful 'meat, wine, garlic', Unnamed restaurant lower down Rua do Gorgulho

Lamb. Meanwhile at the other end of the table, Lynne’s lamb was fine, and no worse for being unassociated with any festival.

A very satisfactory lamb chop
Unnamed restaurant lower down Rua do Gorgulho

Desserts

Restaurants in Funchal do not apparently offer the same variety of bolos (cakes) and tartes as their Algarve counterparts. There is a pastry called mel de cana (sugar cane honey) and a cake called bolo de mel which are made from sugar cane without any bee input, but neither came our way. I had a Tricolore Cake as a dessert which was good, though not great, and didn’t have three colours.

Pineapple. Madeira produces custard apples, passion fruit, papaya and other tropical fruits, but only pineapples seemed to appear on dessert menus. Pineapple with Madeira wine after my scabbardfish was pleasant, but the irascible chef took a slab of pineapple, flambéed it in Grand Marnier and popped some vanilla ice-cream on top, and that was a joy. Everything he did was simple, but perfectly executed using the finest ingredients, so I happily forgive his high prices.


Pineapple flambéed in Grand Marnier , Restuarante Tokos

Pudim Flan (Caramel custard), is ubiquitous throughout Portugal. It slides down so easily, it is the perfect dessert if you are a bit full, and sometimes it is just the perfect dessert. Rarely it can go wrong and Lynne did have a poor one – milk is used to make them, but it should not taste of milk – but she had another at a different and that was exactly as it should be.

Pudim flan, bordering on perfection, Restaurante Tricolore, Estrada Monumental

Coffee

A Portuguese espresso is known as bica. Short, sharp but never bitter, it is a fine way to end a meal.

Bica

Wines

DOP Madeira

DOP (Denominação de Origem Protegida) Madeira, for historical reasons usually just known as ‘Madeira’ was the wine used to toast the American Declaration of Independence. It is a fortified wine and apart from the one occasion noted above we did not drink Madeira in any restaurants. We did, though, visit two Madeira producers Blandys - see Funchal (1) and Barbeito - coming soon)) and I will delve into that story then

DOP Madeirense

Madeirense is the designation for the island's quality table wines. As most grape production goes for making Madeira, Madeirense is produced in small quantities by about a dozen wineries, making it relatively expensive. In restaurants a standard cuvée costs €22 - €26, about double what you might pay for a similar quality wine on the mainland.

With our two meat meals we drank Alentejo reds, more expensive in Madeira than on their home turf, but cheaper than Madeirense. The Mad Market Restaurant could not offer a Madeirense at a price I was prepared to pay, so we drank Alentejo branco. With our other four dinners we drank Madeirense.

DOP Madeirense. There is condensation of the glass, the wine was crystal clear

Barbusano Verdelho. Quinta do Barbusano, at São Vicente on the north coast of the island, produces all its white wine from the premium Verdelho grape. A mineral flavour with citrus backbone, some find tropical fruits in it as well. A long, clean finish

Barbusano Verdelho

Atlantis Verdelho. Atlantis is a brand of the Madeira Wine Company who own most major producers of Madeira. Their Verdelho is a less accomplished and complex version than Barbusano’s, it tends to be a little cheaper too.

Atlantis Verdelho

Terrabona Arnsburger Terrabona is a Funchal winery, Arnsburger is a little-known Riesling cross. A fresh, minerally wine with more apple than citrus, it lacks the clean metallic flavour that Riesling crosses sometimes inherit. Not my favourite Madeirense.

Terrabona Branco

Terras do Avo Branco. Sells on-line in the UK for £20+. I cannot put it better than Roger Stewart on Vivino.com. Fairly acceptable but unmemorable Madeiran white wine. Very slightly off dry, somewhat savoury - a little like a Viognier in some respects. I want better than that for the price. I dislike the label, too.

Terras do Avo

…And Finally

Looking through my photos, I feel they might suggest that Madeiran food is a slab of meat or fish, a few spuds - or sometimes a little rice - and salad. And to certain extent it is, but we ate these meals for a week and they never felt repetitive. The focus of each dish, from black scabbardfish to squid to steak was extremely varied.

Portuguese cuisine can be complex, but the basic philosophy is simple: find the best ingredients available, and let them speak for themselves. To claim that Madeira has taken this principle and refined it even further, would be to suggest that having eaten 14 meals (between us) in five restaurants in one district of Funchal, we fully understand the cuisine of Madeira. Of course, we don’t, but we have, maybe, found our way up to base camp. Sadly, we may never go any higher, but it was fun taking these first few steps.

Friday 21 April 2023

Madeira (4): Eira do Serrado and Câmara de Lobos

A Deep Valley, a Glass of Madeira and a Seaside Village

A Brief Introduction


Portugal
Madeira
Madeira, as you probably know, is a Portuguese Island in the Atlantic, 1,000km south west of Lisbon and 700km west of the Moroccan coast. It measures 50km from east to west, 20km from north to south and rises to 1,861m (6,106 ft) at Pico Ruivo. It has 250,000 permanent inhabitants, half of whom live in the capital, Funchal. Our hotel was in the Lido district, 40 minutes' walk along the coast west of central Funchal.

Madeira

A Disappointing Morning

We had booked and paid for an afternoon excursion, our plan for the morning was to make it up as we went along, but even that simple strategy went wrong. Madeira’s benign climate makes it a 12-month tourist destination, but the high mountains can at any time snag a passing cloud, thus ensuring sufficient rainfall to keep the island green, the gardens blooming and the crops healthy. Without rain Madeira would be like the nearby Islas Desertas, unsettled and without visitors, but like every other tourist we had selfishly hoped the rain would fall on somebody else’s week, not ours

It cleared up sufficiently for us to venture out for coffee and cake – a regular pleasure on the mainland, but not one that had hitherto fitted our schedule here. The café, a few steps down from the road and festooned with patrons’ wet weather clothing, felt like a damp basement. The coffee was fine, but our pasteis de nata fell Algarve's best – or was that just the weather?

We wiled away the rest of the morning with a little shopping and sheltering. By lunchtime the rain had gone and we sat outside the café opposite out hotel and drank a beer. A little later we were at the bus stop waiting to be picked up for our excursion,

Miradouro Pico dos Barcelos

Our driver filled his minibus with people waiting expectantly by other bus stops or outside hotels and drove us towards Santo António, a parish in the northwest corner of Funchal. From the coast the land rises steadily to the foot of the mountains, but just below Santo Antonio a ridge rises to some 335m (1165ft). The summit offers 360° views, so the municipality has thoughtfully constructed a miradouro (viewpoint).

Westward we looked across Funchal and the Atlantic …

Funchal and the Atlantic Ocean from Pico dos Barcelos

… while to the north the city climbs the first wave of the interior uplands.

Looking north from the Picos dos Bracelos

Also looking north, but down from the ridge, is Santo António itself. The typical local church is where a young man who would bring fame to Santo António took his first communion. Cristiano Ronaldo, arguably the greatest living Madeiran, was born nearby on the 5th of February 1985. Almost universally regarded as the best European footballer of his generation, his career included spells at Sporting Lisbon, Manchester United, Real Madrid and Juventus, and over 200 international appearances Portugal.

Santo António

Miradouro Eira do Serrado

The rather more dramatic Miradouro Eira do Serrado is 10 km north, the drive into the mountains normally taking around 20 mins, but not today. Just outside the city the road runs through a narrow defile which was blocked by a broken-down digger. Rather than wait for the rescue equipment our driver headed back into town to find an alternative route.

Before reaching the countryside, we passed the stadium of Maritimo, Funchal’s leading football club. Founded in 1910 they started playing in the Portuguese League in 1973, first reached the top tier in 1977 and have remained there since 1985. [Update: they would lose that status at the end on 2022-23 season and now play in the second tier alongside Nacional, Funchal’s other professional club.]

Three hundred metres further on we passed the ground – stadium would be an overstatement – of Andorinha Football Club where Cristiano Ronaldo’s played as a child. He moved to Nacional juniors aged 10 and two years later was signed by Sporting Lisbon after a three-day trial. He made his debut for the first team at 17, and at 18 moved to Manchester United.

The route took the best part of an hour’s driving, leaving Funchal and entered the municipality of Câmara de Lobos.

The Miradoura at 1095m (3,600 ft) looks down on the isolated village of Curral das Freiras sitting on a step on the lip of the valley. When first settled the land belonged to João Gonçalves Zarco one of the island's co-discoverers, but at first only the desperate tried to wring a living from this isolated valley.

Curral das Freieras

More organised agriculture arrived in 1462 when Zarco granted the land to João Ferreira and his wife Branca Dias. In 1480 their grand-daughter sold the land to Zarco’s son, João Gonçalves da Câmara, who donated it to the Convento of Santa Clara. The valley was the perfect place for nuns to do whatever nuns do without interruption and the settlement previously known as Curral de Sierra – corral of the mountains – became Curral das Freiras – corral of the nuns.

Much work was done terracing the valley sides below the village…

Terracing opposite central Curral das Freiras

….and eventually it was linked to Funchal by a tunnel.

The modern road linked to Funchal by tunnel

Wild flowers are abundant on the valley side including one known as Pride of Madeira. I know little about flowers but these look like lupins to me, maybe they are.

Pride of Madeira

Barbeito Madeira

Our descent was aided by the newly cleared and reopened defile. From there we veered further west, away from the city, though there was plenty of development in the ‘countryside.’

Above the village of Câmara de Lobos we took a minor road to the Barbeito winery.

Barbeito

The company was founded in 1946 by Mário Barbeito de Vasconcelos and remains a family company. They specialise in making Madeira wine, the fortified sweet wine, oxidised by heat before bottling. I described the process for making Madeira when we visited Blandy’s in Funchal and will not repeat myself here though I will note that ‘normal; wines are made on Madeira too, but they are labelled Madeirense not Madeira..

Stainless steel tanks, Barbeito Winery

The heyday of Maderia was the late 18th and early 19th centuries. At one time there 70 British owned Madeira houses, and many others besides, but their best export market were the British colonies in North America and then the new-forged United States of America. The second half of the 19th century Madeira was cursed with diseases of vines, first odium, then phylloxera and as the American market struggled to recover along came Prohibition. There are now 8 Madeira producers, Blandy’s (AKA The Madeira Wine Company) are the only surviving British family firm.

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Barbeito

Barbeito started when the Madeira market looked doomed, but they survived. In 1991 they dropped out of the bulk trade feeling they were too small, and concentrated on quality. A brave decision at the time, but Madeira’s recovery could only come from concentrating on quality.

Barbeito barrels

The showed us round their facility, gave us a lecture and finally a glass of wine, or more precisely, Rainwater. When barrels stood on the quay awaiting export some were, inevitably, rained on. It was thought this produced a lighter wine and the Rainwater style of Madeira was born, It is made deliberately these days (the meteorological method was always more in the imagination than on the palate) and was always popular in the United States. Barbeito’s Rainwater was light, fresh, clean and medium dry, like a softer version of Blandy’s sercial. I liked it very much, it would make an excellent aperitif and would be a better companion for cheese than the heavier sweeter wines. We were told they are having some success in reviving the American liking for Rainwater, and I would not object if some of it came our way.

Câmara de Lobos

Leaving the good people of Barbeito, we drove down into Câmara de Lobos, the main settlement of the eponymous municipality. Câmara de Lobos was given city status in 1996, but the centre looks more like a village surrounded by a banana-packed amphitheatre.

Câmara de Lobos - all those bananas are watching, you know

When João Gonçalves Zarco first landed here he also saw the amphitheatre, enhanced by the two rocky peninsulas….

Eastern side of the Harbour, Câmara de Lobos

…that create the natural harbour.

Western side of the harbour, Câmara de Lobos

The harbour and beach were full sea mammals, sounding and looking like a debating chamber (câmara in Portuguese). Soon the settlement was known as Câmara de Lobos – Chamber of Wolves - but Madeira has no wolves. There is a story that Zarco’s sailors could not tell the seals’ barking from the howling of wolves, but I cannot believe that. The ‘sea mammals’ were probably monk seals, they have gone now (they dislike humans) but there is a colony on the Islas Desertas, the only one outside the Mediterranean. But the Portuguese for seal is selo. I looked up Portuguese Wikipedia and it used the phrase lobos marinhos and Wikipedia’s translate facility renders this as sea lion. So that settles it, except that Google translate insists that sea lion is leão marinho (lit. sea lion) while lobo marinho means sea wolf. I might be overthinking this, so let’s settle for Parliament of Seals and hope they do a better job than the non-seals we elect.

There are few boats out in the harbour, they are all on what might elsewhere be the car park.

Parked boats, Câmara de Lobos

The actual car park is further back. I rarely, if ever, photograph car parks, but cropping out the vehicles as far as possible…

Bougainvillea, Câmara de Lobos

…leaves the spectacular bougainvillea on the rear wall.

Câmara de Lobos is a pleasant little place, but we only had time for a quick look round. It made me wonder why it is the focus of so many tours.

Winston Churchill paused in Madeira in 1899 as a young army officer on his way to the Boer War. He returned as a tourist in 1949 and 1950 after his wartime stint as prime minster and again in 1956 after his second stint, staying at Reid’s Hotel. He enjoyed painting, and frequently visited Câmara de Lobos on painting trips. This is its USP, and the reason why British tourist are always taken here.

Winston Churchill Paining in Câmara de Lobos
I do not know if this photo is still in copyright, if it my apologies to the copyright holder

I admit to a frisson of excitement when (pre-blog) I climbed ancient steps in Egypt’s Siwa Oasis to the room where the oracle told Alexander the Great that he was the son of Zeus. Sadly, standing where Winston Churchill once painted a picture does give the same feeling. Even less exciting is the information that Margaret and Dennis Thatcher spent their honeymoon in the Savoy Hotel, just down the road from Reid’s. Both hotels feature in the post Madeira(2).

Câmara de Lobos was the end of our tour.

Thursday 20 April 2023

Madeira (3): Funchal to Santana

A Journey Round Madeira's Eastern Tip and Back over the Mountains

Brief Intro


Portugal
Madeira
Madeira, as you probably know, is a Portuguese Island in the Atlantic, 1,000km south west of Lisbon and 700km west of the Moroccan coast. It measures 50km from east to west, 20km from north to south and rises to 1,861m (6,106 ft) at Pico Ruivo. It has 250,000 permanent inhabitants, half of whom live in the capital, Funchal. Our hotel was in the Lido district, 40 minutes' walk along the coast west of central Funchal.

Madeira

Madeira Municipalities
For today we had booked a tour which would take us round the eastern end of the island and back across the mountainous centre. Madeira is an Autonomous Region of Portugal and the island is divided into 10 municipalities for local government purposes. Our trip would take us through the four westernmost municipalities.

A minibus picked us from our hotel and, after a couple more pickups, slid round the back of Funchal, following the dual carriageway through a series of tunnels until we reached the coast road. Madeira (1) and (2) were Funchal based, so this journey really starts in the municipality of Santa Cruz.

Santa Cruz

Cristiano Ronaldo International Airport


There is enough space between the mountains and the sea for continual development all the way from Funchal to Machico. Fitting in an airport presented some difficulties, but in 1964 a bunch of optimists laid out a runway across a small headland near Santa Cruz, some 14km from Funchal. The original runway was notoriously short and was extended in the 1980s and again in 2000 and now crosses the coast road on pillars and continues over the sea.

Madeira Aiprort. The runway crosses the coast road and heads out to sea.

The runway may now be ample, but Ronaldo Cristiano Imternational Airport (as it has been known since 2017) is still regarded as one of Europe’s most difficult airports. Arrivals from the north (the vast majority) cross the Ponta de São Lourenço, Madeira’s straggling rocky eastern tail, 10km from the airport. The prevailing wind usually requires a 180° turn and the topography demands a swift drop onto the runway. This is a breezy spot and winds swirl and bounce from the hillsides. Occasionally they close the airport and passengers are diverted to the Canaries.

Incoming having crossed the Ponta de São Lourenço. Wheels are lowered, so perhaps this plane won't be making the 180 degree turn 

Machico

Machico Town


Pausing on the cliffs north of the airport for the photo above, we could also look down on the town of Machico, home to some 11,000 people. Another 11,000 live within the wider Machico Municipality.

Reputedly, it was on Machico’s beach of grey-black volcanic sand that João Gonçalves Zarco and Tristão Vaz Teixeira came ashore on the 1st of July 1419 and claimed for Portugal the hitherto inhabited island they had named Madeira. The photo also shows part of a small beach of golden sand protected by a breakwater. The sand is imported from North Africa to encourage tourists.

Machico

Machico grew and prospered, mainly from cultivating sugar cane. In 1440 Prince Henry (the Navigator) created João Gonçalves Zarco and his descendants hereditary Capitanos of Machico. (He made Tristão Vaz Teixeira hereditary Capitano of what is now Funchal. Both became rich from their discovery and lived into their 80s, which was rare at the time).

The parish church of Nossa Senhora da Conceição was built while Zarco was Capitano. His statue outside the church was unveiled in 1934 and is by Francisco Franco (the Funchal born sculptor, not the Spanish dictator).

Captin Zarco outside the Nossa Senhora da Conceição

Caniçal and the Ponta de São Lourenço

We drove round Caniçal, the next town along the coast, and continued as far down the Ponta de São Lourenço as the road goes. A 2.5km hiking trail starts at the car park and finishes where the mainland stops. The last 2.5k are on two separate islands, the inner and larger Ilhéu da Cevada is 10m away from the mainland at one end and and 100m from the smaller and outer, Ilhéu da Farol (Lighthouse Islet) at the other.

Sadly, we had no time to walk out to the end but there are viewpoints all around. I am unsure if this windswept spot on the north coast is the Miradouro de Abismo marked on the map, but it fits the name.

Miradoura de Abismo (possibly)

From here you can look east out to sea…

Looking east along the north coast of the Ponta de São Lourenço

…or west where the rest of Madeira lies.

Looking west - into the abismo?

Elsewhere there are views south and west over Caniçal and Machico. Caniçal may be a small town, but is a major port; cruise ships dock at Funchal but most cargo comes through Caniçal.

Caniçal and Machico in the distance

Porto da Cruz: Engenhos da Norte

From the somewhat unworldly surroundings of Madeira’s ‘tail’ we drove west along the north coast to Porto da Cruz. Apparently, the discoverers of the harbour erected a large cross, so they could find it again. For reasons I will come to later, this seems an unlikely story.

The Machico municipality grew rich by growing sugar cane. There are many things you can do with sugar like making a cake or sweetening your coffee, but sugar is bad for your teeth, so it is much better to turn it into rum. The Engenhos de Norte (Northern Mills) distillery has been doing this since 1927.

Our driver stopped in the small car park and left us to look round while he organised a tasting. The distillery occupies an unassuming rectangular building at the sea end of the main street, its chimney, almost hidden against the higher ground of the headland beyond.

Inside we saw the usual barrels, but did not find the stills.

Barrels, Engenhos da Norte

Engenhos de Norte is a rare distillery still powered by steam…

Working steam engine, Engenhos da Norte

… generated by burning sugar cane waste.

Moving the fuel, Engenhos da Norte

Having seen what there was to see we rejoined the driver who was carying a tray crammed with tiny plastic glasses of rum.

The distillery produces several different rums, some white for making poncha (see Madeira: Eating and Drinking) and brown rums of various ages. They also produce rums (picture below) sold under other labels. The rum we tasted, like the bottle below, was minimally aged brown rum.

Madeira rum

Rum, as I have belatedly come to understand, is as complex and many layered as whisky. I very much like Havana 7-year-old, a Cuban heavyweight, and the light, fruity Mount Gay Eclipse from Barbados - though from different ends of the style spectrum they are both quality products. When travelling in India I often drink Chennai distilled Old Monk, A thin and aggressive spirit whose main attraction is the lack of an alternative. Engenhos da Norte is full bodied enough to fit in the middle of the style spectrum, and is well enough made not to be confused with Old Monk. It proved ideal for our night caps on the balcony.

Porto da Cruz: A Stroll Round the Headland

The driver gave a rendezvous time and suggested we might like a walk around the headland. Despite its name there is no port at Porto da Cruz, though there is a small bay with a black sand beach protected by a headland on one side and the vast bulk of Penha da Águia (Eagle Rock) on the other. Why, I wondered, would someone construct a cross to indicate an insignificant harbour, already marked by a rock half a kilometre high?

Penha de Águia, Porto da Cruz

We strolled in gentle sunshine following a path that crossed the headland before the end and then headed back towards the village with views eastwards along the coast….

Lynne, Porto da Cruz

….the magic of zoom revealing a sea arch standing off the Ponta de São Lourenço.

Looking east from Porto da Cruz

We spent some time admiring the view and had to walk more swiftly to complete the circuit on time. Somehow, we missed the fish shaped swimming pool clearly shown on aerial photographs. Returning to the village we discovered it had more streets than we had realised and with the clock ticking on, a little anxious navigation was required to get us back to the minibus almost on time. We apologised, but it hardly mattered, another bus had parked in front of ours and we were going nowhere.

Santana

Faial


The parking problem was soon resolved and we drove over the ridge behind Penha da Águia, leaving Machico Municipality and entering Santana. Faial is the name of the next village along the coast and the local name for the shrub Myrica faya, native to the Azores, Canaries and Madeira.

Our visit to Faial was brief, and, perversely, I will start at the end – we had the best view of the village as we left it over the ridge towards the town of Santana. It shows Faial overlooked by Penha da Águia sitting on two plateaux divided by a small river.

Faial and the Penha de Águia

Most of the village is on the western plateau (closer to the camera). At the tip of the headland is the Miradouro do Guindaste, where two short walkways stretch out from the cliff, 26m above the sea.

The Miradouro do Guindaste

It was somebody’s great idea, no doubt, but the result was, I thought, disappointing. Looking down through the fibreglass floor was not particularly dramatic, while the view looking outwards was fine, but by local standards moderate at best.

View from the Miradouro do Guindaste

Santana Town

Santana is a small town with some 3,500 inhabitants just inland from the coast. It is the principal settlement of its largely mountainous municipality.

Santana

Lunch here was an optional extra on the tour, but as we prefer to eat later, we had declined the offer. We wondered if we might be the only ones, but discovered that exactly two people had booked lunch. Santana offers several alternatives and we enjoyed a beer and a steak sandwich at A Espiga.

With a little time to look around, we strolled down to the 16th century church.

Parish Church of Santana

The rear is surprisingly plain…

Church of Santana

…while the front is determinedly baroque. The screen has representations of Santa Ana and San Joaquin, while behind is a gilded altarpiece.

Screen and altarpiece, Church of Santana

Santana also has a fine collection of traditional Madeira thatched houses. The style dates from the first settlements on the island when wood was plentiful and straw was available as soon as settlers started growing cereals.

Traditional Madeira thatched cottage

Houses with the traditional shape and colour schemes are common in Santana, but traditional interiors are rare. Typically, they had a loft where the family slept, and a simple living room and storage cellar below. To protect the thatch from fire, there was usually a small outdoor kitchen. Today they often used as shops for tourist souvenirs.

Thatched cottage in the modern tradition: selling stuff to tourists 

A Brief Levada Walk

Driving south from Santana we were impressed by the fruit trees; pomegranate, papaya, custard apple, mango and more. The hilly topography rarely allows enough space for a commercial orchard, but there was plenty of fruit for the locals. Most of these would be considered tropical fruit, though Sanatana is almost 10° north of the Tropic of Cancer.

As we rose the temperature dropped and there was a threat of rain. We stopped at Ribeiro Frio for a brief Levada Walk. The rain in Madeira falls on the mountains and levadas (Portuguese levar: to carry) are aqueducts, some many kilometres long, built through and around the mountains to bring water from where it falls to where it is needed.

Lynne sets off on a Levada walk

Those who laboured to build them probably never imagined that walking beside the levadas would one day become a leisure time activity.

Levada Walk

Levada walks vary from the simple to the challenging, but none can be readily adapted to circular walks, so an industry has grown up transporting walking groups to starting points and picking them up later from somewhere else.

View from Levada Walk

We had time only for a brief, flat, out and back, but even in that there was a surprising amount of variety.

Levada Walk

Pico de Arieiro and Back to Funchal

From Ribeira Frio we took a side road towards the Pico de Ariero, at 1,818m (just shy of 6,00ft) Madeira’s third highest peak, and the highest that can be reached by road. Unfortunately, as we climbed, the road disappeared into a mist that became denser and denser with every metre gained. Apparently, the views from the top are dramatic, and there is a miradouro a short walk from the car park, but visibility was so poor we could not even see that we were in a car park. ‘It happens,’ said the driver with a shrug.

We descended back into Funchal, where the sky was clear and we could see two cruise liners in the dock.

Descending into Funchal

Back at sea level it was a little overcast but warm enough, and in the evening we dined outdoors (see Madeira: Eating and Drinking). After dinner we sat on our balcony with a tot of rum and watched yet another cruise ship arrive.

Another cruise liner arrives in Funchal