Day 13: Ice, Ice Baby

The Parentals and I went on a "traditional" evening out tonight, up above Funchal to a restaurant that specialises in entertaining tourists with local food (beef espetada - posh meat on a stick), iffy wine, brilliant traditional dancing and bit of Fado singing.

There were 4 others in our little group - one Brit, a Finnish couple and an odd Swedish lady. Very entertaining but hard to get decent photos. On the way back, we stopped at a viewpoint over the city.

The hotel seemed to be keen on ice sculptures this week and a couple of nights embedded bottles of wine or liqueur into blocks of ice. Very impressive - and that particularly liqueur is very tasty....