Monday, 17 April 2023

Madeira: Introduction

Introducing a Strangely Detached Piece of Portugal

More Information than Anyone Wants

The Why

In February we were forced, for the second year running, to cancel our long-awaited visit to Costa Rica (see Not Going to Costa Rica), this time on the morning of departure. When Lynne was better, we booked a week in Madeira as a consolation, a journey in the same general direction, though not quite so far.

The Where


Portugal
Madeira
Madeira is a Portuguese Island in the Atlantic, 1,000km south west of Lisbon and 700km west of the Moroccan coast. The Azores (Portuguese), the Canary Islands (Spanish), Cabo Verde (once a Portuguese Colony but independent since 1975) and Madeira form the Macaronesia ecoregion of the Atlantic.

Where is Madeira?

The What

Despite the map above, Madeira is neither circular nor red. It measures 50km from east to west, 20km from north to south and rises to 1,861m (6,106 ft) at Pico Ruivo. It was once entirely forested (‘madeira’ means ‘wood’ in Portuguese) but the indigenous laurel forests now cover only the high ground.

Madeira

The island is home to 250,000 permanent residents, half of whom live in the capital, Funchal; like England, the southeast corner is densely populated. The climate is extraordinarily benign, making Madeira a twelve-month holiday destination attracting 1.5m tourists a year, and more cruise liners than you can shake a stick at. Hotels, restaurants and cafés have colonised the coastal strip from Central Funchal to the outskirts of Câmara de Lobos. It would be unkind to describe Madeira as ‘Benidorm for the older, slightly better off tourist’ but there is some truth in that. From my seat near the back of the plane I could see row upon row of grey heads, as though you had to be certified 65+ to buy a ticket. Being a volcanic island with many cliffs, the few beaches have either pebbles or black sand leaving Madeira unequipped for family beach holidays.

Funchal with two cruise ships in the harbour

Madeira is the main island of a  thinly spread archipelago.  Porto Santo,  43km northeast of Madeira and home to 5,000 people, is 12km long by 4km wide, and has a sandy beach 6km long. It is a favoured location for Madeirans seeking escape from the tourist infested summer on their own island.

The Ilhas Dersertas, two large and one smaller island stretch in a thin north-south line, starting 25km southeast of Funchal. They live up to their name, being rocky and largely free of vegetation. The only inhabitants are the wardens of the nature reserve covering the islands and surrounding waters.

As Ilhas Desertas

The Who

The Pete Townshend and Roger Daltrey of Madeira were two Portuguese sea captains called João Gonçalves Zarco and Tristão Vaz Teixeira. Blown off course by a storm in 1418 they were relieved to find a hitherto unknown island with a safe harbour. In gratitude they named it Porto Santo.

They returned two years later for a proper look and were disappointed to find the island arid and unsuitable for settlement (today’s population rely on a seawater desalination plant). With better weather than on their previous enforced visit, they observed a much larger island on the horizon.

A statue of João Gonçalves Zarco marks the centre of Funchal

That island had mountains to catch the clouds and trees to absorb the moisture. Water was present in abundance, all that was missing was flat land for farming. Settlement started around 1420 when Zarco and Teixeira returned with their families, a mixed group of gentry and others and a collection of convicts – well somebody had to do the hard work. Ground was cleared, terraces and irrigation canals created and Madeira’s population began to grow.

Tristão Vaz Teixeira in Machico, Madeira's first capital city. A drive-by snapping (the bus did not stop) straight into the sun!

Portuguese mariners like Zarco and Teixeira kicked off the ‘Age of Discovery’ which would last until the 17th century, but did they really discover Madeira? For centuries rumours, legends and tall tales had been told about islands out in the Atlantic; Romans, Greeks, Phoenicians, Arabs and Vikings must all have sailed past and occasionally landed. None ever settled or gave the island a name, so when the two captains claimed Madeira for Portugal there was no-one to dispute it and no-one else who could claim the discovery.

The Other Who of Madeira

There is another ‘who’ it is difficult to avoid on Madeira. Cristiano Ronaldo is, according to some the greatest living Madeiran. Madeira airport is known as Cristiano Ronaldo International Airport, a Funchal museum is dedicated to his exploits, his face leers down from the back of buses and at a miradouro in eastern Funchal the first thing the guide pointed out was his birthplace. On the 5th of February 1985, he told us, a bright star hung in the sky over the Funchal suburb of Santo António.

The red apartment block (ringed) is on the site of the building where Cristiano Ronaldo was born.
He received his first communion at the church of St Anthony, opposite

I would not say it out loud in Madeira, but I am not a Cristiano Ronaldo fan. Yes, he is extravagantly talented, but I dislike his arrogant and self-centred approach to the game, I prefer Lionel Messi. I may never be able to return to Madeira now.

17-Apr-2023

We Arrive

Madeira (Cristiano Ronaldo International) Airport

Madeira airport was built across a headland with a back drop of cliffs and mountains. It opened in 1964, with two 1,600 m runways, steep drop-offs on both sides, water before and after, and cliffs close by. The approach from the north with a tail wind involves flying over the São Lourenço peninsula at the island's eastern extremity, passing the airport while over the sea, then doing a sharp about turn towards the mountains and dropping swiftly onto the runway. The airport is frequently closed because of cross winds. The runway, much of it perched on pillars above the coastal road, has been lengthened twice, and is now a more comfortable 2,700m, but Madeira is still regarded as the ninth most dangerous airport in the world and the third most dangerous in Europe. We survived (as did all 4m passengers who arrived last year).

Driving under the runway, Madeira Airport

The Lido District

A transfer arranged by the airline whisked us to Funchal and thence to our hotel in the Lido district, 2.5km west of Funchal centre, where we could check-in but not have our keys until 2 o’clock. We strolled down to the front. Funchal has no beaches but there is an open-air salt water swimming pool, the Lido, set in a rocky promontory. We studied restaurants menus for the evening, watched some people jumping or diving into the sea from wall (just left of the picture below) and lunched on beer and a toastie at one of the cafés.


Near the Lido, Funchal

That filled in the time nicely, so we returned to the hotel, took possession of our room and photographed the view from our ninth floor balcony.

The Lido District of Funchal

Then, as we had risen at silly o’clock to catch a 07.30 flight from Birmingham, we had nap. It is what we old people do.

We awoke in time to see the cruise ship AIDAperla, carrying up to 4,350 passengers, bearing down on Funchal.

The AIDAperla approaches Funchal

Later we walked to our selected restaurant and enjoyed an excellent meal. I ate black scabbard fish and Lynne had salt cod. We worked hard during our stay to eat as many typical Madeiran dishes as possible and instead of describing them here, I have collected them all in one post Madeira: Eating and Drinking.

After dinner we sat on our balcony, had a nightcap and took and another picture of the view.

The Lido district of Funchal

Thursday, 13 April 2023

Old Stones: The Four Finest Piles of Old Stones the World has to Offer (possibly)

Four Places Everyone Should Visit
(If They are Lucky Enough to Have the Time, Money and Good Health)

What is this all about, then?

This post was going to be called The Biggies and showcase the ‘Five Finest Sites in the World’. I made a preliminary list of ten, eight of them in Asia, two in North Africa. My ‘world,’ if hardly parochial is apparently not all-encompassing. Also, all were piles of old stones, the youngest almost 400 years old, the oldest over 4,000. I do like an elegant ruin; indeed I aspire to become one (though not all of these are ruins). As this post grew in length, I decided this would become the first of an occasional series of ‘old stone’ posts, and perhaps I would do landscapes and other categories later. Two of these sites already have dedicated posts - follow the links to find out much more about them - the other two appear in this blog for the first time.

I intended to count down from ten (or will it be 12?) like Alan Freeman on Sundays long ago, but I started at the wrong end, so on this post I can only countdown from....

Mohammad Khatami
Photo - Wikipedia

Number 4. Iran has been a difficult country to visit since the 1980 revolution, but there have been periods of détente. The presidency of Mohammad Khatami (1997-2005) was one such and we visited in 2000. Iran is the land of my birth, though my parents returned to the UK with me when I was 6 months old. The visit was primarily to find out where I was born (see Finding my Way Home and two subsequent posts) but I am not so delusional as to include that modest house in this company. We did regular tourist stuff, too – Iran has much to offer – and for a lover of old stones and the ruined glories of long ago, there are few finer places than…

Persepolis

Visited 2000

Around 1000 BCE, the Persians, a nomadic Iranian people, settled in much of what is now western Iran. Near the beginning of the 7th century BCE a possibly mythical King Achaemenes ruled a small vassal city of the Median Empire. The descendant of Achaemenes, the Achaemenids, carried on in similar vein for several generations until one of them, Cyrus II, later Cyrus the Great, became more ambitious. Under Cyrus, his son Cambysess II and then Darius I (kinship debatable), the Achaemenid Empire became the largest the world had then known.

The Achaemenid Empire
This is the work of Ali Zifan reproduced under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International

The empire thrived from 550 to 330 BCE. Conquering such a vast area is a feat of arms, holding it for 200 years is a feat of administration. A professional civil service using the official language for administration, but allowing for the multicultural nature of the empire, organised road building, a standing army and an efficient postal system.

The empire had several capital cities, but Persepolis, was a ceremonial centre rather than a city. Built on an artificial platform in a curve of the Zagros Mountains 60 km northeast of the modern city of Shiraz, it boasted five palaces and several grand entrances.

Iran
Shiraz (ringed in red) is the capital of Fars Province

As an emissary from a vassal state, you would might spend time in a waiting room…

Lynne looking lonely in Xerxes waiting room

…before passing through the Gate of All the Nations.

Lynne passes through Gate of the Nations

Once inside you might view the Palace of Darius.

Palace of Darius, Persepolis

The palace is now a shell, but many carvings survive, particularly those on the pedestal of the palace.

Persian Soldiers, Persepolis

I have two examples, the Persian soldiers above, and the emissaries bearing gifts to the emperor below.

Emissaries, Persepolis

So how did this mighty empire come to a juddering halt in 330 BCE? Simples, the Trojans were warned to beware Greeks bearing gifts, the Persian’s problem was Greeks bearing grudges.

There had been two incursions into Greece during the Achaemenid expansion. The first by Darius I in 490 BCE had ended with a crushing defeat at the Battle of Marathon. In 480 Xerxes I had another go. Leading a vast army, he fought his way through heroic resistance at the Battle of Thermopylae and eventually took Athens. Xerxes then went home, leaving a general in charge and a year later the Greeks reasserted themselves.

Both incursions had come through Macedonia. When Alexander III succeeded his father as King of Macedonia in 332 at the age of 20 he first fulfilled his father’s dream of uniting the Greeks, and then, flushed with success, conceived the ambition of conquering the world and being Great, and on the way he could stick it to the Persians.

Rampaging across western Asia, Alexander took Susa, one the Achaemenid capitals, found his way through the Zagros mountains, narrowly winning the Battle of the Persian Gates (a mirror image of Thermopylae) and entered Persepolis. He stayed there for several months, resting and celebrating while the emperor, Darius III recruited a new army.

During an evening of carousing, according to the Greek chroniclers, Thaïs, the mistress of one of Alexander’s generals (and possibly of Alexander as well) suggested setting fire to the palace. And so they did, though in the morning Alexander bitterly regretted their actions. The earliest chronicler wrote 400 years after the event, so this may only be a story, but there is good archaeological evidence of burning. A fire (and 2,370 years weathering) account for the state of Persepolis today.

When Darius was ready, Alexander marched to meet him at Gaugamela. Darius had a million men according one chronicler, perhaps 100,000 realistically, Alexander half as many. Darius’ men were largely new recruits, Alexander’s battle hardened and commanding armies in battle just happened to be his superpower. So ended the Achaemenid Empire.

Naqsh-e Rostam

Nearby is Naqsh-e Rostam, the necropolis of the Achaemenid kings. The tombs of Darius II, Artaxerxes I, Darius I and Xerxes I are hollowed out of the cliff face and a fifth, unfinished tomb may have been intended for Darius III. After Darius’ defeat and death, Alexander the Great gave him an honourable burial, though presumably not in this tomb. All the tombs were (honourably?) looted before Alexander and his army moved on.

Achaemenid necropolis, Naqsh-e Rostam

Pasargadae

Pasargadae, 30mins drive from Persepolis, was the the first capital of the Achaemenid Empire. There are several things to see on a spread-out site, the best is the Tomb of Cyrus the Great. It is difficult to miss, even if the great man is not there

Tomb of Cyrus the Great, Pasargadae

At Number 3 is the major city of a civilization that waxed as the Achaemenids waned.

Petra

Visited 2019

Potted History

Petra was built by the Nabataeans, an Arab people who dominated the Northern Arabia/Southern Levant area from the 4th century BCE, controlling a trading network of oases but having no firm borders. Their capital, if they had one, is assumed to have been Petra – known to them as Raqmu.

Petra is in southern Jordan

Alexander the Great whizzed past around 330 BCE on his way to conquer somewhere else. Because of or despite Alexander, Nabataean culture adopted many Hellenistic elements. The Romans arrived in 106 CE and stayed, creating a new border province of Arabia Petrea, from which we derive ‘Petra’.

After the Romans, Petra was forgotten by the outside world though locals continued to live among the ruins until 1985 when the last inhabitants were moved from the archaeological site to a purpose-built village.

Growing interest in classical culture in the 17th century brought knowledge of the Roman province of Arabia Petraea and provoked interest in the, possibly mythical, lost city of Petra. The first modern European to visit was Swiss explorer Jean Louis Burckhardt in 1812. More travellers followed, then the first trickle of tourists and now they arrive daily in their thousands.

The City

Most tourists enter Petra through the Siq, and there is no more dramatic entrance to an ancient city.

Entrance to the siq, Petra

‘Siq’ is usually translated as ‘canyon’, i.e. a gorge carved by running water, but the entrance to Petra is actually a crack, 1.2km long and up to 200m deep in a single, huge block of stone. I struggle to imagine tectonic forces so mighty they could do such a thing.

The siq, 1.2 km long, 200m deep and of varying widths, Petra

The Nabataeans saw the potential of the siq, as a ceremonial and religious entrance. They had a full pantheon of gods, but their portrayal of them was schematic at most. Betyls – carved stone blocks representing gods – appear in niches….

A minimalist Nabataean god in a niche in the wall of the siq, Petra

The siq has been dug out to its original level, towards the end the ancient flooring remains in situ. We paused where Indiana Jones raised his hat and brushed away some sweat before galloping down the siq (IJ and the Last Crusade)…

Ooh look, that Indiana Jones isn't what used to be, the Siq, Petra

…before emerged onto the sandy square facing the so-called Treasury, actually the tomb of a Nabataean king. Legend has it that while pursuing the Israelites, ‘pharaoh’ hid his treasure in the 3.5m high urn on the façade, hence the ‘Treasury’. Some locals believed this unlikely story - the urn is pockmarked with their rifle shots.

The Treasury, Petra

Continuing through the Street of Façades, we entered the main valley by the theatre. The theatre was built by the Nabataeans and enlargement by the Romans to hold 8,500 (30% of Petra’s population).

The theatre, Petra

The Colonnaded Street was the main street of Roman Petra. Once impressive, the marble-clad sandstone columns are now stumps and the porticos lining the eastern end have gone.

The Colonnaded Street, Petra

At the Temenos Gateway we were ‘arrested’ by two Nabataean guards – though they were not taking their job very seriously.

Two very ferocious Nabataean security guards, Petra

Beyond the gate, the sacred area is centred on the Qasr Al Bint – the Palace of the Daughter. Whose daughter? Well, Pharaoh’s, obviously, she built it while he was hiding his treasure! It is really a Nabataean temple, built c30 BCE, and the sacrificial altar on the edge of the street was once covered with marble.

Qasr Al Bint, Petra

Four ‘Royal’ Tombs occupy a shelf above the valley bottom opposite the theatre, though the shape of the rock makes it possible to photograph only two at a time.

The Silk Tomb (left) and Urn Tomb (right). two of the four 'Royal' tombs

Climbing onto the shelf we paused to pick up some shards of pottery – the ground is covered with it – and two small unnaturally round stones, presumably slingshot. We put them with the Roman coins we had bought as a gift for our grandson.

Climbing up to the rock shelf, Royal Tombs, Petra

Steps lead off from the Street of Façades climbing up a crack in the rock leading to the High Place of Sacrifice. The steep climb soon gives views over the street and the theatre.

The end of the Street of Façades and the theatre, Petra

Then the crack narrows and the steps negotiate boulder-strewn sections….

The path to the High Place of Sacrifice picks its way round boulders, Petra

After forty minutes toiling in hot sun, we reached the top of the cleft, but there was more climbing yet, signs pointing the way over bare rock.

Nearing the top of the cleft, towards the High Place of Sacrifice, Petra

We never reached The High Place, Lynne ran out of puff and I wimped out when confronted with an exposed rocky height.

I'm all right there, but I could not make the few extra paces onto the exposed rocky top, not quite the High Place of Sacrifice, Petra

Epilogue

My photos suggest Petra was not particularly crowded, but we started early, kept ahead of the tide and when that was no longer possible, explored the lesser visited corners. Returning later to the Treasury, the sandy square was like Tescos on the Saturday before Christmas while exiting via the siq reminded me of being in the crowd leaving a football match. On the days a cruise ship docks in Aqaba several thousand extra tourists are bussed from the Red Sea port.

Petra is in danger of being loved to death. Tramping feet cause erosion while human sweat humidify the atmosphere and encourages mould. There is now a proper drainage and sewerage system, expert restoration is underway, and the site is litter free, so there is hope. Unvisited, Petra could be preserved indefinitely, but what is the point of a treasure that nobody sees.?

Number Two involves a visit to India for the youngest pile of old stones in my list, and undoubtedly the most beautiful..

The Taj Mahal

Visited 2000

The best time to see the Taj Mahal is at dawn. We arrived early, though not that early; I had feared a long queue - visiting the world's greatest tourist attractions is never a solitary experience – but we were in in minutes.

The Taj Mahal is in the city of Agra, 230km south east of Delhi

Everybody knows what the Taj Mahal looks like. I remember seeing photographs as a child and thinking 'I want to go there, I want to see that.' With a long-held ambition in imminent danger of being realised, I found myself fretting; it was only a building, how could it possibly justify the hype?

The Taj emerges as you walk through the gatehouse. The first sight stops people in their tracks and most – including me – take a photo. Some will experience the Taj almost entirely through a camera.

First glimpse of the Taj Mahal through the gatehouse

At the far end of a serene, slightly misty and at this hour almost empty garden, was a building of gleaming white marble apparently floating in the air. It was taller than I expected, though perhaps not as wide, but the proportions are, in a way I do not comprehend, perfect.

The Taj Mahal floating in the morning sky

The garden, is quartered by water, as the Persians perceive the Garden of Paradise. We had seen Humayun’s tomb, an earlier variant on this theme in Delhi, but the Taj, blending Ottoman and Indian styles with the Persian, is the pinnacle of Mughal architecture; building and setting conspiring to dazzle the eye and quicken the heart.

Shah Jahan (ruled 1628-58) was the fifth Mughal emperor, and great-grandson of Humayun. Mumtaz Mahal, his favourite wife (he had nine to choose from) and the love of his life died in 1631, aged 38, giving birth to her fourteenth child. The Taj Mahal is the tomb her grief-stricken husband built for her. Starting in 1632 it took 21 years to complete.

We took our time walking through the garden. About half way down is the bench where Princess Diana once sat looking rather lonely.

On Princess Diana's seat, Taj Mahal

Close up it was no less magnificent, still seemingly ethereal and floating despite its vast bulk. I felt compelled to touch the wall as though placing a palm flat against the marble connected me to Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal, to the thousands of unknown craftsmen and to concepts of love and beauty. I cultivate a somewhat Vulcan approach to life, but this 400-year-old pile of stone spoke to parts of me whose existence I rarely acknowledge.

An even closer look, Taj Mahal, Agra

The decoration is as remarkable as the building. There is calligraphy….

Calligraphy round the doorway, Taj Mahal

...and carving...

Carvings, Taj Mahal

… and the walls are covered with Pietra Dura, a technique involving fixing small carefully shaped pieces of tortoiseshell, mother of pearl and semi-precious stones into indentations carved in the marble.

Pietra Dura, Taj Mahal

Everywhere there is symmetry. The building is symmetrical, the gardens are symmetrical and the mosque facing the Taj on its left is balanced by family quarters on the right. The tomb of Mumtaz Mahal stands in the very centre of the building – where else should she be? – but in 1658 when Shah Jahan died, Aurangzeb, his son, successor and for the final years of his life, his jailer, decided his parents should lie beside each other in death. Ironically, only the tomb of Shah Jahan breaks the symmetry he created.

Later we visited a pietra dura workshop. Using diamond tipped wheels turned by muscle-power, the workers cut the gemstones to fit the spaces carved in the marble. Many hours of highly skilled effort are required to produce a finished article, which can be as small as a coaster or as large as a table. These men are the spiritual descendants of those who built, or at least decorated, the Taj, quite possibly, they the literal descendants, too.

Grinding the stones for Pietra Dura. Agra

And finally, at Number One, the great-granddaddy of them all. I could change my mind about the order of my original ten, but I would never change the top two. The lyrical beauty of the Taj Mahal stands head and shoulders above everything.... except the awe-inspiring size and immense antiquity of…

The Pyramids

Saqqara

The Great pyramids are on western edge of Cairo

Visited 1980 and 2010

There are 118 pyramids in Egypt and another 200 in Sudan, but ‘The Pyramids’ is generally taken to mean the three Great Pyramids of Giza and their accompanying Sphynx, on the western edge of Cairo, the biggest city in Africa.

So, to be perverse, I will start at Saqqara, 20km to the south, with the Step Pyramid or more correctly the Pyramid of Djoser (or Djeser and Zoser) because it came first. Built 2667-2648 BCE it is far from the oldest existing human structure (Wikipedia lists 46 more venerable buildings, including Wayland’s Smithy on the Ridgeway in Oxfordshire) but it is the world’s oldest large-scale cut stone construction.

The Pyramid of Djoser, 2010, at the start of a long refurbishment that finished in 2020

This pyramid is also important because of inscriptions mentioning Imhotep. In later centuries the story of Imhotep was mythologised until he was eventually deified, but nobody is quite sure what he really did. It is conjectured that he was the builder, building supervisor or architect of the step pyramid, but whatever his role, his is the earliest known name of someone who was neither a ruler nor a military leader.

The Great Pyramids of Giza

Visited 1966, 1980 and 2009

Me aged 15 and the Sphynx, aged 4500
August 1966

I was a lucky lad, I first saw the pyramids in 1966, aged 15, on one of the then popular ‘educational cruises’. The experience may or may not have changed my life, but it certainly gave it a hefty shove in what I now think of as the right direction.

In 1966, and still when Lynne and I visited in 1980, the site was entirely open, though payment was, I think, taken for entering the pyramids (duck low and ignore the stench of sweaty feet). By the time we returned in 2009 it was all fenced and there was an entry fee.

The complex contains three main pyramids, several smaller ones, the remains of funerary and valley temples and, of course the Sphynx. All were built during the 4th Dynasty of the Old Kingdom (27th to 25th centuries BCE)

The Pyramid of Khufu, the 2nd Pharaoh of the dynasty, is the oldest and biggest, standing some 140m high.

The Pyramid of Khufu, 2009

The Pyramid of Khafre, the 4th of the dynasty, is 135m high and its peak retains the alabaster that once covered all three main pyramids.

The Pyramids of Khafre (central) and Menkaure (behind), 2009

The Sphynx was built during the reign of Khafre. The limestone statue of a creature with the head of a human, and the body of a lion faces the rising sun.

The Sphynx and the Pyramids of Khafre and Menkaure, 2009

The face of the Sphynx may represent Khafre.

The time-battered but still beautiful face of the Sphynx

The Pyramid of Menkaure, the 5th of the dynasty, is smaller, only 65m high.

In the early 1950s engineers noticed a limestone wall by Khufu’s Pyramid and a lot of digging led to the discovery of a large stone box containing the 1,224 cedar pieces of the solar boat which had been disassembled after carrying Khufu to his resting place (4,000 years ago a branch of the Nile circled the Giza plateau).

The stone box that contained the components of the Solar Boat, 2009

The boat was fully re-assembled by 1968 and the construction of a dedicated climate-controlled museum, a few metres from where the ship was found, was completed in 1982. We were able to see the preserved boat in 2009, though it, and its museum, have now been relocated to the new Grand Egyptian Museum.

The Solar Boat of Khufu, 2009

A 4,500-year-old wooden boat, complete in every detail! I think that is as good as it gets.