Found out that bulk of Sao Miguel’s power comes from geothermal energy. Those pipes – I assume – are carrying hot water. One thing I could not figure out is the weird shape of the pipe. At one time, I came close to the pipes and saw a dirt road run under one of those “gates”. But that cannot be the purpose. If you carefully look, there are those “gate” structures horizontally too.

Do you think this could be to allow for expansion due to temperature fluctuations?

While looking around the volcano walls, I spotted a cross sign up across from me. Curious, I asked Henrique what was the cross sign doing there. I assumed there was a monastery or something there.

Turns out there was a plane accident there. A small plane owned by a famous French person (a boxer??) crashed into the mountain there. I need to find out more details of this later.

But if you zoom into the spot, you can clearly see a big mark of impact on the ground.

The highest of the crater lakes in Sao Miguel, this lake was formed only about 5000 years back when the top of the volcano cratered (you can clearly see the lip of the volcano in the background).

… keeping a watch of over the communication tower. This is at about 2000 feet above sea level on a mountain.

Arsenio, our bartender at the hotel had talked about the local ceramic stuff. Based on his information, this morning, we headed out to the town of Lagoa. Our trusted driver guide Henrique took us to the Ceramica Vieira. This establishment has been making ceramic pottery for nearly one hundred and sixty years. All throughout, it has been owned by the same family (Vieira is the name) – thru five generations.

In fact, you can see an elderly gentleman with his cane. He is the current owner. Also there were his two daughters who helped run the place.

One thing I did not realize is that typically blue color on ceramic pottery does not start as that color. It is somewhat pinkish – see the square tile at the end in the last picture. Apparently, after getting burnt in the fire kiln, it turns blue. All the clay comes from a different island – Santa Maria.

I got myself a small cup to drink aguardentes (aguardientes) – one more drink I had heard about but never tried before I met Arsenio.

… willingly taken, that is…