Azores v. 4.2

Woke up to beautiful weather, but decided to drive the mighty Micra through some clouds today.


Decisions, decisions...


Food!


"Check out my hairdo!"


"Say, is that a Canon?"


Santo Amaro, on the north shore of Pico. On the horizon, São Jorge and some clouds too!


That's São Roque do Pico in the distance, my place :P


A church in Prainha.


A garajau (Sterna hirundo hirundo) screaming his way to somewhere.


"If you dare to park your car here, we'll dispatch you!"

Azores v. 4.1

Here I am again, for the fourth time!


Biscoitos (that's right, biscuits!), a rugged stretch of coast on Terceira's northern coast, is a great "introduction" to the unique azorean BLUE. Since I had a few hours between flights, I thought I should return to the place after 16 years (... jeez, this doesn't sound good) and leave some knee and elbow flesh on the sharp lava rocks. There, done.


"Veja só esta veja (Sparisoma cretense), tire uma foto a esta veja!"
The thick azorean accent is a bit hard to understand. This proud fisherman was on his way to the grill, whereas I was feeling like Averell Dalton as a fat cow crossed the road.


Lava rock walls provide shelter to some vineyards near Biscoitos.


Captain, sir... this plane looks kind of slow at 1/1000s.


Quechua quechua under a Castanea sativa.


This is across the road from the campsite. Deep, clear water... dark cliffs... screaming garajaus (Sterna hirundo hirundo) by the dozen... I guess I'll be allright.


Night falls over São Roque do Pico.


Is that you, Moby?

Vortex

Sweaty palms, tachycardia, distress... all will end on the 23rd, or maybe not.

Photoburst

I recently teamed up with two friends of mine and launched a Travel Photography daily contest website. We are looking for striking photos/bursts exhibiting what TRAVEL is all about!
We hope to deliver a high quality website, which means a lot of work...that's the reason why I haven't posted any photos lately on this blog. I'll be back soon...

You may check Photoburst's website here.