ground that’s spread with roots., but Luis
waits for us at every crossing so we don’t
get lost. The paths are like a spider web
covering the mountain. ‘Santa Barbara’,
our trail that leads into the town with the
same name, zigzags through the dense
brush but also gives us a few views of the
green island. At the next stop Luis asks
us to be careful given the next part of the
trail passes through a barely shoulder-
wide, three metre deep mini canyon that
gets very slippery when wet. It doesn’t
allow mistakes. And yes, the drop into the
tunnel-like passage is strewn with slippery
stones. The only way down is to release
your brakes and head into the fun. I slip
and slide, my handlebar touches the wall
of the canyon twice until it spits me out
into a meadow. We stop and breathe. I
begin to notice my surroundings and see
the first houses of Santa Barbara lying in a
thick green as my pulse slows again.The colourful windows form a stark
contrast to the white facades of the houses
and we learn that the rich tones used to be
a sign of wealth of the families living here.NCING
ON A
VOLCANO
We sit down in front of the impressive
church in the centre of town and take in
the rural charm of the little town until
our shuttle arrives after just a few short
minutes. We go back up the Pico Alto
for our next run.TRAILS OF HISTORYWe’re massively impressed by the
variety of the paths. They’re laboriously
taken care of by hand and some
passages are optimised for mountain
biking. Banked curves, small drops,
jumps, and short pedalling parts fi t the
surroundings perfectly and almost feel
like they grew naturally. All trails have
a name and most of them also a small
story. The ‘Aeroplane’ got its name from
an airplane crash in 1989 for example
when a Boeing 707 crashed on Pico
Alto - with a plaque commemorating
the terrible incident which killed all 144
on board.The next day also passes much too
fast. We ride along steep paths down tolonely bays and cross the Barreiro de Faneca.
It’s a soft and fl owy landscape made of red
clay sediment also known as the Red Desert
and the diversity of the trail is unbelievable.
We take a break at noon on the Praia Formosa,
one of the most beautiful beaches on the
island. The annual music festival “Mare de
Agosto“ takes place here, when you can
experience a week of typical Azorean music,
jazz, rock, and pop as well as other cultural
performances. Thousands of visitors from
around the globe come to this otherwise
dreamy bay with its colourful bars.FAST FAREWELLSWe have to say that Andre and Miguel were
right as we say our goodbyes at the airport
that evening, heading back over to San Miguel.
Two days on Santa Maria were much too short
to get to know this unique island with all its
possibilities.The next morning begins just as impressively.
After a short bus ride we reach our starting
point high above the Lagoa do Fogo, the Sea
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