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Above the Atlantic

Above the Atlantic

The tunnel curves and spits me out onto the western cape of Madeira. The Ponta Do Pargo lighthouse appears too short for any useful purpose. But nearing the edge, vertigo hits. The cliff blasts down an unsuspecting 290 metres, cleaving into the spectacular Atlantic.

Above the Atlantic

Flamed by a mid-afternoon sun, the ocean is burnished blue and textured silver. Standing this high up, the crashing waves are barely audible as a soft rush. They’ll keep at their never-ending war against the rocks, churning delicate lacework of white foam that occasionally lance up skyward.

“The sea hates a coward.” – Eugene O’Neill

There’s an epic quality to this island’s edge. The cliff holds a hard line heading northeast toward Porto Moniz and snaking southeast down to São Martinho. On these mountaintops, the wind, though clean and empowering, is charged with the threat of flicking me off into mid-air. It flows around me, hungrily flapping the tails of my cropped trench wrapped tight around me. The force is staggering. I vaguely recall the words of Eugene O'Neill.

Unnerved, I lick my lips and taste salt – a flavour of eternity and violence.

Text & Photography: Mr. Vagabond

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