November 22nd, 2025
We awoke to a lovely sunset…well, mainly Naomi enjoyed it on our balcony, I took a few glimpses and rolled back into bed.
The start of a lovely sunrise on the north coast of Madeira.
Our plan today was to cruise along the north coast of
Madeira and see what we could see. Naomi
had a few stops already planned from her research which included some viewpoints,
a beach and a small town.
The beach or "praia" in Portuguese that Naomi
wanted to visit was called Seixal
Beach...also known as the "black beach" since the sand is dark in
colour. Many think it looks a bit like
Hawaii with the dark sand and steep, lush mountainsides. I’ve been to Oahu and Kauai, and I agree.
There was a “natural pool” at one end of the beach too. A swimming area that had some concrete blocks
added to some rocks near the shore to create a protected calm area to take a
dip if you were so inclined. It wasn’t
that hot, so we weren’t tempted, plus we hadn’t brought our swimming gear with
us, so it wasn’t an option.
We continued west, with our next stop being Porto Moniz, a
slightly larger town which also had some natural pools which were more
impressive, and hence they charged a fee to swim in them.
While eating lunch, mine was a crappy ham and cheese
toastie, we noticed that Google Maps and Waze were both showing that a portion
of the road on our way back to the hotel was closed. What?!?
We did some research and saw that there it was the last day of a three-day
Madeira Rally Classic car event.
Damn. How did the concierge not
mention this when we spoke to him about our plans this morning? Naomi called the hotel and found out that
they were somehow surprised by it too.
This meant that our drive back would be almost an hour and a half, going
down to the south coast, through Funchal and back around the east coast past
the airport. It should have been a 45-minute
drive back along the coast. Oh well, we
resigned ourselves to a longer drive once we finished lunch.
The start of the drive took us east along the north coast before
it was going to head to the south coast and we figured we’d check again before committing
to the longer drive. Thankfully it
looked like the road had opened up! As
we drove, we did see evidence of the rally race with some steel fence barriers
here and there and flagging tape preventing people from backing their cars out
of their driveway onto the road or pedestrians stepping out in front of a rally
car.
Before heading to the hotel, Naomi wanted to check out a
restaurant which specialized in “Meat on a Stick” as she called it. I figured it was just a shish kebob…but it turned
out to be a little different. We were
not hungry in the least, having had a late lunch, but we thought we’d check it
out for tonight’s dinner as it also had a great viewpoint which we wanted to
see in the daylight.
A bald man in his late 50s who was cooking some “meat on a
stick” in a wood-fired hearth in a covered area beside the main part of the
restaurant. Turns out he was the owner
and main chef named Cristiano. He was
super friendly and was happy to answer Naomi’s questions about the cooking
process. He used different types of tree
branches, like laurel ones, which would give the meat of fish as specific
taste. With the beef, he would only
season it with big grains of salt, nothing else. We mentioned that we weren’t hungry, but
promised to return at 7 pm, before they closed at 8.
We returned in the early evening, excited about our upcoming
meal, and it did not disappoint. We
decided to share one portion of the steak on a stick, some potatoes and a
salad. Naomi prefers her steak well done
whereas I’m a medium rare guy. Cristiano
did a great job of meeting in the middle…although I have to admit, I think the
steak would have been even tastier if it wasn’t cooked quite as long as it was. But hey, in relationships you have to make
compromises right!?! ;)
It was a simple, yet super tasty meal and Cristiano and his staff were amazing. When travelling, you sometimes uncover hidden gems of various types…and this was definitely one of those!

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