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The wild west
From now it continues on the so-called west-trip. And here a somehow uncomfortable impression arises. The stay here could develop into an adventure-vacation. In certain sense it also becomes that, and here, the matter begins. First, we use another normal street. Then suddenly we turn right, and it becomes exciting. We are going to visit a look-out once again (portug. "Miradouro"), and the road to there is a very special one. It has been mined into the rocks centuries ago. That road doesn't actually deserve this designation. Always along the rock-coast, beyond a few hundred meters of air, then the sea. Could become moist, if... but no fear, we have caught the best busdriver from whole Madeira supposedly, so what could happen to us? That is one of the biggest phenomenons of Madeira: you always catch another best busdriver of the island every day, if not even of the whole world. Fun aside: the streets on the island are truly mostly very selective, because very narrowly and very steep. Whoever has learned driving here, neither death nor devil needs to fear.
Anyway, this street is very spectacular. It is an one-way street, and that is also well this way. Because only exactly one vehicle really fits on this way, that is partially unfixed at the coastal-side, and with ledges on the other side. The busdriver has to do a real precision-job. At some positions, it is millimeter-work to get along the ledges. This is answered with an absolute silence in the bus, that is only now and then interrupted by a quiet click of some cameras. I am too fascinated from all that in order to think of photographing. Vacationers, who have already experienced this themselves, know what I am talking about.
Now and then, one must leave the street, and change again on the normal one, because on the old one some passages have collapsed. That calms immensely, however. At the next crossing, as the trip-leader asks, "right or straight ahead"?, am I the single, that says "right", meaning the continuation of the "street without return ". Am I actually only with scary people? Or am I the single one that has done his will? Oops, I do not have at all. But now it is too late, it continues.
By the way, the maderian folks call this way also "car wash". At some places, smaller water-cases go down on the street. A few marks ahead - and put back, and the car is clean - practically, isn't it? At the end of the way, there is the "bride-veil", a somewhat bigger cascade, that leaps out of the rock into the sea, and actually looks like a bride-veil. Although one could interpret the cause for this name also differently. I suspect that the madeirian marriage-consent women test their husbands on efficiency here. If he reaches the bride-veil safely via this way, one can marry him confidently. A purely personal interpretation, however.
If you have the occasion to participate in this trip, you should do it in any case. The optical impressions are intoxicating. Or take a rental car, and drive the route yourself. A car has sufficient place in any case. It is an unforgettable experience. Anyway.
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