Exploring Madeira I found that despite the heat the Madeirans went about their daily business, whether it was industry or devotion, with their usual aplomb and cheerfulness. From the coolness of the chapel to the heat of the markets, nothing seemed to phase them at all. Things were laid back with smiles both frequent and instant, curiosity following them around. They wanted to know where you were from, had you been here before, what was it like back home. I thought to myself “this is like back home in Ireland” (but minus the searing sun!). A bottle of cool water brought relief from the heat. Stepping into markets and factories was a little like a step back in time, albeit to only a few decades ago by our coarse standards. I was struck too by how relatively quiet the roads were, unsullied by the usual traffic overload you find on holiday, driving on the right was like a duck taking to water for the first time. Exotic flowers like agapanthus and Birds of Paradise strutted their mad stuff, growing wild akimbo in the streets and in the gardens. I could get used to this life in Madeira….
Some did find time for a rest, wicked or not….