The Magnetic Islands are beautiful and the wake up was with the sound of huge colorful birds that populate the skies of the islands.The island, where we stayed, is a green rock, cut by bays that forms white sandy beaches. The plan was to go to that beaches.We begin by Radical Bay and barely reached the beach, went swimming. At my feet, after notice that the sand was moving too quickly, a streak. I picked up the mask to do snorkeling. Some fish around a rock and it was time to go to another beach.By dense, and green forest, where a few rays of sunshine spend, we jumped beach by beach; or bay by bay to be precise. From the middle of vegetation hears crawling and hopping noise, making the leaves move up. I don`t know if I want to know who makes these noises.With this scenario we reached Florence Bay.With vegetation to the sand, the golden strip, with the trick tide, creates a mirror of water to the blue sea.I went back to do snorkeling because a coral home-butterfly fish and parrot fish. A blue streak and a school of white Gars.The next bay was Arthur Bay.To get there we had to cross a stream with a half standing water. There were several holes that could be of snakes; I don`t know if it was the ideal place for an crocodile attack. But it had that aspect.Arthur Bay has a thicker sand that before and it was hard to walk there because we were buried. In this bay we had lunch and slept a nap.In the afternoon we went to the last beach: Alma Bay. What a let down. Direct access by road, many people - about 30 - swings for children, lawn, lifesaver.On island guide said it was the best beach for snorkeling. I saw a smaller black little fish, smaller than a sardine.In the end we return by ferry to Townsville, and took the trip to sleep.From Townville to Airlie Beach were 270 km under Milky Way
Tomorrow we go to the Whitsundays but the reservation was canceled during dinner; so we go to the port at 6.30 in the morning to see if arrange place in a boat ...
Yesterday i travel to the Alentejo, following the stars towards the south, with the sun setting in the west.Down by Penela towards Figueiró dos Vinhos, Serãa; after cross Fratel dam, a score welcomes us, Alentejo welcomes us.I woke up in Chão da Velha, near Nisa. Yesterday,
in addition to travel, as reporting Pedro`s welcome - no longer seen
each other since the presentation of Armas de Papel,a book from Pacheco Pereira. We
talk about life, the present and the past, we talk about history, fans that populate the mountains, the existing parties and the past,
from the ML to "reviralho". With
a glass of red wine, with the heat of the night not differentiate much from the day's heat, we walked for centuries, ending in sec. XX the people century.This morning, awakened by the sun rays that insist on going through
the shutters, the will to go to Tejo river was the driving force that
made me get out of bed.Monte Campo at the back, equipped indeed, all way down from Rua Principal. At the end of the paved after the corrals, begins the steep descent
and a dirt track that leads me to the main river of the peninsula.Two kilometers down, through small gardens, eucalyptus, strawberry. Some bees and other insects accompany the past; I had told that, with luck, might see a deer or other; if it were night had foxes. No luck.Reached the Tejo the black water mirror reflecting the mountains and
the train went on the other side, the side of Vila Velha de Ródão.Always going down to the river, always climb back to the village, two kilometers. It was done PR 2 of the walking paths of Nisa - Discover the Tagus.Before lunch, there was time to go to PR 4 - Conhal rails.The village of Arneiro, towards the river, they come up huge stones that make the Alentejo countryside in a Martian landscape. Through millenary stones are born olive trees, isolated and strong, as are the robust trees.Lunch? In Arneiro, at Tulio: carp, pike and perch fried. After some migas with fisheggs, olive oil ,pennyroyal, baked fish and water from his cooked do the rest. Divine.Three in the afternoon and a full stomach. Like any self-respecting Alentejo - in Rome be a Roman - I was napping; and slept and slept and slept.I
woke up in time to take a dip in the municipal swimming pools of Nisa,
before returning to Rua Principal and get-together with the neighbors,
with the empty glass to refill, talk of life.
