Aus meinem Tagebuch:
May Morning the 13/1974 on Monday
350 Escudos left. Are leaving for more adventures. God knows where to! Were in great spirits! Bought that Brandy a big one and had a good time last night! Today grey ozone before the sun! How is the rest of the World? Compared to me this morning! I’m getting lazy writing to you, my dear book! All will be done sometimes!
Sitting now here above Praia dos Olhos de Aguas, a few kilometers west of this mornings writing. Below me build into the sandstone cliffs, Olhos de Aguas. The small fishing village, very small. Lazy wind breezes through white washed fisherman houses. It’s a very small place down here, clustered in front of a small beach covered with exactly 20 small colorful fishing boats! The sun got through this mornings haze and ones more the blus sky continues. The white sand beach narrow in width from 50 to 100 meters, depending on tides, stretches in front of me until the horizon like a golden arrow, with white from in front of his mouth, waves are barking breaking gently blue water, clean and seemingly endless, seems to be everywhere! Might be going out fishing with fisherman tomorrow. Tranquility is the word that flows from the village to ones head. Waves breaking, seagulls shrieking. Wind lazily blowing iodine into healthy lungs (i hope) A Girlitz singing away from his favorite sing branch. Yellow butterfly’s land on flowers yellow flowers, making yellow carpets around us! Flowers everywhere. A small sailboat turns slowly against the breeze. The tide is coming in slowly. The white boat, going out just a while ago, will be my first Portuguese fishing trip, bringing in the todays layed out nets!
Running on reserve gasoline! Now 220 escudos left, not 10 US dollars. If we are lucky some money is on ist way to Praia de Rocha (were the only strangers down here) The moving itch is disapeared for a while!
Wednesday Morning the 15/May 1974
The fisherman have just returned with good catches of all sorts of fish. And the village auctioneer is busy getting the fish onto the buyers. Its a Dutch auction-he starts on a high price and works downwards-anybody can buy the fish, layed out on the beach sand. One only cuts in by saying his little „Yeep“ or „yaaap“ and it all youres. Fish goes for little money here, compared to tourist places, or generally town bought fish. Thought slips into my mind of just coming down here, live here for some time, learn portuges, go out fishing with the man, get some fish and enjoy life on a very very slow pace! The water is getting warmer now, and ist roosting hot already! This morning, war on tiny ants in our bus, what guts these little buggers have just move in! Without asking! How to be a steady stomach seaman, a story of yesterday. Little fish and big spits! My first Atlantic way out fishing with joacim, and Josef an rasorface Emanuel! Arrangements were made through one jung guy from the village for us, fran and me, to got out sea! Joacim the owner of the boat came to our casa, which overlooks the tiny fishing village olhos de aguas.