The boat was a Turkish gulet, twenty-three metres in length, called Bonita da Madeira, made from rich coloured woods and stainless steel, with masts that soared towards the sky. At the stern, we lounged on blue plastic covered mattresses formed into a relaxing seat. The relaxing aspect was further enhanced by a glass of Madeira wine – such a welcoming gesture as well as a great promotional tool for both boat trip and wine.
Madeira. The name to me always conjured up somewhere slightly exotic, the iconic Reid’s Hotel, somewhere I’d probably never visit, the plain (often overly yellow) cake. I had only the vaguest of ideas what the island might be like, and a similarly hazy knowledge of exactly where it was.
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