SNORKELLING THE AZORES

The View from Villa Franca Do Campo islet from Ribiera Das Tainhas

The Azores are an island archipelago in the Atlantic Ocean located almost halfway between the USA and Portugal.  Nicknamed the Hawaii of Europe, there are nine major islands in the group, Sao Miguel being the largest and the most populated. Nobody actually knows who first coined the nickname but it’s very apt given the islands verdant landscapes, tropical flora, volcanic craters and a myriad waterfalls. The combination of which tend to draw the sportier type of tourist to the islands in search of adventure, none more so than Scuba divers. 

The Azores are reported to be amongst the best, if not the best diving location in Europe, with a great many diving and travel companies, along with the ubiquitous diving organisations such as PADI all expounding the islands abundance of marine life. Sharks, rays, dolphins, whales, tuna, barracuda, turtles and the dive disrupting Portuguese man-o-war all compete for the diver's attention with nudibranchs, jellyfish, bonito, hermit crabs, unicorn shrimp and moray eels.   

In fact, so inspired were we with the sales pitch for the islands, we immediately bought a dozen Hawaiian shirts, packed the snorkelling gear and headed for the airport intent on finding out if these wondrous sounding islands with their seemingly limitless dive sites had anything to offer the snorkeller? 

Although there are a number of direct flights available in the peak tourist season most flights from Europe connect to the Azores via Lisbon. There are also direct flights from Canada and the U.S - who knew that? 

Apparently, the best time to dive in the Azores is between March and May, which was disappointing as it was July! Still undeterred by this timing issue we took comfort in the fact that the daily temperature tends to be warmer between June and August but it is worth noting that even at the height of summer, daily temperatures rarely get above 25 degrees centigrade and the sea temperatures are cold all year round so best bring the winter wetsuit with you. Sticking with the weather for a moment, it is imperative to understand that although the Azores have, what is termed, a subtropical oceanic climate. It is in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. This means that you will be often confronted with four seasons in a single day. In fact, so unpredictable is the weather on these islands that the local tourist board have installed a series of webcams at popular sites so you can actually see the weather at a specific site via the internet before travelling there. Which is a cool way of checking if it's worth making the journey. Although, the cameras are not always working very well. 

Now if you’re British, you will be used to experiencing the delights of Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter in-between breakfast and lunch but if you're not, you need to be pretty careful with what you pack. Our advice is to think lightweight, waterproof and windproof. You can get away with shorts and t-shirt at times but always, always, have a waterproof jacket or fleece with you as when it rains here it really doesn’t muck about. The islands are also subject to strong winds that appear and disappear with “sunbathing ruining” regularity.  

View of the Islet of Franco De Campo from the natural sea pools of Quinta Velha Das Amoreiras

We flew with TAP airlines from Heathrow via Lisbon to Ponta Delgado the capital of Sao Miguel Island and having managed to be re-united with our luggage without too much hassle we grabbed a taxi and headed for our accommodation on the southern side of the island located in the tiny town of Ribiera Das Tainhas which is just east of the larger town of Vila Franco De Campo. Now when we say just east, we initially thought that whatever amenities were not available in Ribiera Das Tainhas, it would be only a short walk to the larger town of Vila Franco De Campo with its bars, restaurants and main public beach. Disappointingly there was nothing, literally nothing in Ribiera Das Tainhas and owing to a map reading error it turned out to be a long, long, long, long walk to Vila Franco De Campo. A walk that is made even less enjoyable by the fact it is downhill all the way from Ribiera Das Tainhas and consequently, after food and beer, uphill all the way back! 

Added to this is the narrow, badly illuminated roads between the two towns and the inherent danger of the local’s driving skills or lack of them. Now this lack of driving sense is something that we have experienced on other islands and appears to be directly proportional to how laid back the local inhabitants claim their island is. The more laid-back, relaxed “manana attitude” that is purported to exist on the island the more likely it is that the locals will drive like maniacs when they get behind the wheel. It’s an odd phenomenon but we’ve seen it throughout the Greek Islands, Spain, Italy, the Canary Islands, Porto Santo and beyond.   

In short, if your waiter takes an hour to bring you the menu and seems so laid-back, he almost appears asleep, there’s a good chance that he has lead feet in more ways than one and is consequently quite incapable of driving any vehicle below its top speed at any point, even when parking! It's also why, no matter what island you are on, you will never see a local's car without several large dents in the side, nicely complemented by a dozen deep scratches and a wing mirror held on by gaffer tape.  

The locals need to get to get from one place where they can be laid-back to another place they can be laid-back is so imperative that safety, common sense and the aesthetic pleasure of owning an intact car are literally lost in a fog of brake fumes and tyre smoke. The upshot of this that we were going to need a car to travel between the two locations as walking wasn’t really an option and whoever was going to be driving would need their wits about them at all times.  

In fact, putting aside the locals apparent need to head out of this world in a blaze of burning rubber and the concerns of being on the same road as them, you are almost certainly going to need to hire a vehicle on the islands as public transport is limited and the local taxis are scarce and quite expensive.  

Fortunately for us, we visited Villa Franco De Campo on the first evening and found that apart from one reasonable restaurant the whole place was rather shabby. Graffiti seemed to adorn every wall and whole place had a lonely, unloved feel about it. This then settled the argument about who was going to be the designated driver for the evenings, we simply wouldn't need one, as locating the nearest supermarket we stocked up on beer and vittles' and headed back to our apartment intent on cooking our own food and drinking in the comfort and safety of our own sundeck - complete with its own barbecue - for the length of our stay. 

So why did you choose to stay in a place with little or no amenities then we hear you cry? Well, the reason is that our apartment was one of three available in the amazing Quinta Velha Das Amoreiras. Located in 2.6 hectares of banana plantation with swimming pool and more importantly, a private beach consisting of natural, volcanic pools and access to the ocean beyond - a snorkelling location par excellence.  The next morning, fed, watered and rested from the trials of travel, we headed down to our private beach to find out what the underwater world of the Azores had to offer.  

The path down to the private beach via the banana plantation

The Azores like the Canaries are volcanic in origin and consequently their beaches are made up of black sand. Now sand is a visibility killer in all but the calmest of seas, but black sand and Atlantic waves can reduce visibility to a few feet at best, so you need to take note of the weather conditions hours before you plan on going into the water.  

We experienced several days of high winds and strong waves, so visibility was compromised for most of the days we were in the water none the less the Azores did not disappoint. Barely a metre offshore we came across huge shoals of brightly coloured parrotfish gorging on algae covered rocks. Mingling amongst the parrotfish we saw grey triggerfish, seabream and below, lurking amongst the rocks, one of the largest Moray eels we’ve seen anywhere. When the visibility became too poor, we headed back into the relative comfort of the natural rock pools whose walls bloomed with anemones and fan worms. Atlantic prawns and blennies flitted between nooks and crevices whilst shoals of juvenile fish huddled together for safety in the darkest corners of the pools. 

 

Molly Miller Blenny

Parrotfish shoals

Disappointingly we didn’t see any of the larger species that inhabit the Azores but for those who are happy to spend some cash and join a guided snorkelling tour, there is the islet of Vila Franco which is visible from its namesake of Vila Franca De Campo. There are a number of companies that offer trips out to this islet which is a designated marine reserve and although we have mixed views about snorkelling tour groups and their providers, we would suggest that given the conditions in the Azores, a guided tour maybe the best option for the novice snorkeller. 

As for off the beach snorkelling, we would recommend the public beach at Ribiera Das Tainhas as this has a rockier terrain than most of the other beaches and is therefore more to our tastes. As we had our own beach to use, we didn’t try out any of the other sites on the North of the island and we deliberately avoided the public beaches at Vila Franco De Campo and the capital of Ponto Delgada which are just swathes of overpopulated sand and, as such, of no use to the snorkeller.  

Grey Triggerfish

Large Moray eel feeding on fish carcass

When the days are too wet or windy, or just for a change of scenery, Sao Miguel has a number of other sites to see and do. We highly recommend the volcanic park of Furnas; There are two sites to visit. The Crater and lake and then the thermal springs and surrounding Terra Nostra Park. The actual hot springs in the town are a tad disappointing, being just a yellowish-brown pool filled with what seemed like half the inhabitants of Germany but the surrounding nature park of Terra Nostra was impressive as was the crater. The town of Furnas is also much nicer than the areas we had seen before and worth a little wandering around, as there are a number of quaint cafes, bars and shops. Furnas is located in the East of the island, a short drive from Ribiera Das Tainhas and approximately 50 km from Ponto Delgado. 

The other recommendation is the most touristy of all; the Setes Cidades lagoon in the North West of Sao Miguel. Yes, this is probably the most photographed area of the island and will be thronged with tourists, but visiting Sao Miguel without seeing this iconic landscape would be like visiting Paris and not seeing the Eiffel Tower or going to New York and not having a chilli dog. It’s just something you have to do. There are two main lagoons that make up Setes Cidades, Lagoa Azul (blue lagoon) and Lagoa Verde (green lagoon). There are 15 other smaller lagoons but the views of the two main ones are pretty much as breath-taking as you can get and worth mingling with the throngs of hikers, push bikers and media influencers who crowd the viewpoints. 

 

European (Mediterranean) Fanworm

Snakelocks Anemone

Common Atlantic Prawn

As for the après snorkel of bars and restaurants? We couldn’t tell you about that as the desolations and despair of Vila Franco De Campo put us off. We drank at the apartment and ate at the apartment and to be fair we’re better cooks than we thought.  So, if you are up for a bit of adventure and happy to cook your own food then Sao Miguel is well worth a visit and we highly recommend staying at the Quinta Velha Das Amoreiras with its private beach, even if it is in the middle of nowhere.  

The lagoons at Setes Cidades

A quick note on hiring a car in the Azores. Check the vehicle out carefully and we mean carefully. We forgot to check that the windscreen wipers worked only to find out that they didn’t when we were caught in a sudden downpour on a hilly road near Furnas. Considering the driving skills of the locals; being blinded by rain when in fast moving traffic and travelling on an unknown road, the whole incident was not a fun experience. So makes sure you check everything out before taking possession of the vehicle.  

Further information:

Lonely Planet Guide click here

Things to do in Franco De Campo if your bored with snorkelling  - as if!

MILOS: SNORKELLING ON THE ISLAND THAT SOCIAL MEDIA RUINED

Papafragas Beach - Milos Island

It was not that long ago that you could fly into Athens Airport with little fuss and, having wandered through passport control via flight connections, you could watch bemused as stressed crowds of tourists from every far flung part of Europe and beyond, huffed and puffed past you, as they dashed in crazed fashion to make their connections to the Instagrammers favourite destinations of Mykonos, Santorini and Kefalonia. You meanwhile, could saunter along to a small check-in gate in the lower levels of the airport. And here, save for a few old hippies and and elderly couples in matching jackets and Panama hats, you could relax at the deserted gate whilst waiting to board your tiny little plane to a Island few had heard of and even fewer had visited; Milos.

Ah Milos! The island of limbless statues, bleached white lunar-landscape beaches, rocky coves and tranquil paths. A place you could travel around slowly, partaking of  modest spinach and cheese pies at a rustic tavernas and perhaps drink a cold, if somewhat fizzy beer, whilst watching the sun sink gently into a darkening sea. A paradise, a haven, a little utopia far from the madding crowd. 

There were of  course a few downsides to visiting the island of the Venus De Milo in the near past. Tourist infrastructure outside the main port of Adamantas was limited. There were few bars and the local tavernas insisted on serving you traditional home made fayre just like "Mama used to make". This would of course be great if "Mama" had been a Michelin starred chef but in most cases "Mama", tended to be the worst cook in the world. Either that or none of her family could read her recipes properly. 

The upside, though,  was that the island was an idyllic landscape of peace and quiet. You could, in fact, arrive at any of the beaches at anytime of day and chances are you would be the only ones there. Now however, the double-edged sword of social media has cleaved its relentless way across the island. Fuelled by big brand fashion labels using the lunar landscape of Sarakiniko as a backdrop for their photo shoots in 2021, the inevitable travel vloggers,  Instagram crowd and Tiktokers have picked up on the fashionista vibe and turning their backs on their former favourite destinations descended locust like on Milos. In particular the Island has become a must visit place for Americans who now seem to make up the majority of visitors to the island - at times it was the only accent that was audible in the throng.

This influx of visitors has had a significant impact on the island. New hotels and apartments have sprung up with frightening speed; there are more bars, more tavernas, more cafes, more taxis and more boats you can hire for day trips. Every beach, every viewing point or place of interest now reverberates with the sound of tourists traipsing here there and everywhere and yet, as these are the self appointed selfie-celebrities none of them are really seeing anything or even experiencing anything. Instead of photographing a picturesque church they are simply photographing themselves standing outside the picturesque church. That traditional meal that "Mama used to make". Well, now its just the foreground of another picture of another grinning Instagrammer pretending they are eating the finest meal that the land of Greece has ever proffered up.   

Beaches, bars, cafes, boats and pavements are infested with their ilk all being the main protagonist in their own movies, imploring the rest of us to believe that they are having a great time on a great island with their great friends or, at least, a better time than the rest of us mere mortals could ever have. The island is no longer a beautiful tranquil haven to appreciate and unwind in, rather it is just the backdrop for endless self promotion. An advert for your lifestyle and of course that new lip filler to sell to your doting audience. It's all very odd. And to be honest, it must be incredibly exhausting to endlessly pretend that your so excited about everything that you eat, drink, see, smell, wear, drive or inject into your forehead, that it needs to be endlessly recorded for the world to see and comment on. 

This of course is not a new phenomenon. The in-crowd have always flocked like hungry pigeons to whichever place happens to be the most fashionable to be seen in, but does their presence actually make anything or anywhere better? Well, as mentioned, there are new and expensive hotels and apartments and the bars and tavernas needed to cater to the new influx have appeared alongside and I doubt the local business owners are complaining about their bank balances but got better? In short. No. Instead it's just got busier and more expensive. 

Those tranquil, deserted beaches we spoke of, well they're now crowded from early morning to late afternoon. The tavernas', even those serving the most mediocre of fayre are so busy that you have to often book a table long in advance. Gone are the days of the lazy drive on deserted roads and carefree strolls along sandy beaches, the sound of water lapping shore being the only disturbance heard in the still, warm air. Now though, everything's a rush. The crowds, cameras poised like weapons, rush to be seen here and there, to photograph themselves eating breakfast and sipping coffee,  film themselves driving along roads thick with traffic, before sunbathing and splashing in the sea with the other selfie obsessed and then back to the hotel to film the skin regime and make up tips before heading out to do the video at that restaurant, you know the one, that place where everyone whose anyone goes to eat Greek stuff and watch the sun go down. And then to bed, but not before shooting your pre-sleep film -  phew! It's tiring stuff all this influencing.

So, if it's all now crowded, noisy and full of Media cultists, what's the point of visiting the place then! Granted, you have to accept that the tranquillity of the place has been lost to history but for the adventurous snorkeller, Milos still has a lot to offer. From the shipwreck at Sarakiniko to the coves and caves of Papafragas and the rocks of Pollonia beach, the underwater world can offer some peaceful respite from the hustle and bustle of the Instagrammers dystopia. 

So here's the lowdown.

First the accommodation. Whatever you do, avoid Adamantas or Adamas as it's known. This is the main port of the island and is a heaving, crowded world of ferry passengers, freight lorries and the scourge of all Greek Islands, lounge bars. These bars surround the sea front like lurking predators. We can't express our horror at lounge bars, they are like entering one of the circles or hell and must be avoided at all costs. Instead head North to Pollonia or the village of Plaka. We prefer Pollonia, particularly the very northern tip around Pollonia beach. It is more expensive here than the downmarket prices of Adamas but the accommodation is far better as are the views and the ease of access to the best snorkelling areas.  

Do my lips look plumper in this picture?

Second, the beaches: the best are Pollonia beach, Papafragas, and Sarakiniko. Pollonia beach is particularly good around Poseidon rock, the water being accessed easily near the Apollon apartments and White Pebble Suites, amongst others. Here you will often catch site of Turtles gently swimming by, along with the ubiquitous shoals of Sea Bream, Damsel fish, Sarpa and Parrot fish. The algae covered rocks are also home to Blennies and Harlequin fish. The more observant of you may also catch site of Moray eels lurking amongst the nooks and crannies. The presence of these creatures, whether seen or not, means that it's always wise to be aware of where you are putting you hands. Morays aren't inherently dangerous to snorkellers unless provoked, but if they are they can be very aggressive and are capable of doing serious damage. A Moray eel bite is extremely painful and although not venomous their bite can lead to serious infections and complications, so caution must always be taken around these creatures.

Mediterranean Moray eel amongst the rocks of Pollonia Beach

In Papafragas and Sarakiniko you'll find similar fish species and if you're lucky you will see flat fish and cuttlefish semi-buried in the sand. Around all rocky areas keep your eyes out for fan worms, nudibranchs (soft-bodied marine molluscs), starfish and Sea cucumbers, In the caves and coves of Papafragas you'll also find thick-lipped mullet and thick shoals of juvenile sardines and the young fry of other species. 

All these beaches are in the North located along the coast road between Pollonia and Plaka. Papafragas is much easier reached by by travelling from Pollonia past Papafragas itself and taking the next right turn into the village between Pachena beach and Papafragas. Once parked, walk directly east to the large rocky shoreline. This means you will avoid the main Papafragas cove which, although picturesque, is quite narrow and not particularly good for entry or exit. 

One of the caves at Papafragas Beach

Pollonia Beach view from White Pebbles Suites

Sarakiniko has a well sign posted turning on your right as you travel from Pollonia. Be aware that sea life is most active in the early morning and late afternoon when conditions are more favourable for feeding. As the temperatures in the shallows rise then some species are driven into the deeper cooler waters.. So you should arrive early and we mean very early. 7am is the best time for the morning so you can get in and out of the water before the mid morning rush when the whole place will be worse than a public swimming pool in the school holidays as the social the media set descend to splash and preen and generally get in the way of everything and drive the marine life further off shore. 

A word of warning. Just as the island attracts the shore based crowd it also attracts the richer water borne tourist as well. So whenever your snorkelling please be aware of motorboats, catamarans and sail boats that often cruise into secluded coves. Always use a surface buoy to alert sailors to your presence and wear bright rash vests or wetsuits when possible. Also keep close to rocky areas when boats are around as there is no guarantee that the skippers of these vessels are paying attention to a bobbing head in the water, so best to be safe rather than sorry. As we say, be early, as boat captains and day trippers don't tend to be early risers either.

Beware boats entering secluded coves and bays -  always use a diver down or swimming buoy

There are a large number of beaches to the south of the Island and these are reached by road and dirt tracks from Adamantas, just head for the airport, past the quarry and follow the signs.  These Southern sites are the beaches of Fyriaplaka, Tsigradro, Gerontas and Kalomos amongst others. All are Sandy (sand ruins visibility) and with the exception of Tsigrado all are commercialised. Tsigrado though is not for the feint of heart, as it can only be accessed via precarious route of ladder and rope. Once reached however, the beach is somewhat of a disappointment, being a little more than a narrow gorge and, being small, even half a dozen people can make the place feel crowded.

We have spotted cuttlefish at Fyriplaka in the early morning, but due to the boat renting operation on this beach along with kayaking and other water sports it does not really have much to offer the snorkeller. However, if the wind is blowing strongly from the north and the snorkelling sites of Sarakiniko et al are not accessible, then a trip south for lazy day on the beach isn't too much hardship. 

A juvenile Cuttlefish speeds across the sand at Fyriplaka - very early morning

So what about the Après Snorkel? Well here lies a problem. Yes, the island has lots of tavernas, restaurants and cafes and there are even one of two (non-lounge bar) bars to sip a few cold ones but most are very mediocre and the ones that aren't can be eye wateringly expensive. Now before anyone gets on our case about Greek food particularly Jon from Samos judging by his previous comments,  let's be clear, we do like Greek food. A well prepared traditional Stifado or Kleftiko can be a treat to the taste buds and when it comes to putting cheese on salad the Greeks have their name all other that one. But there is only so much Feta and Olive oil you can eat and we know it's "Mama's recipe" but it tastes exactly like the stuff served next door -  perhaps "Mama is moonlighting"?  Oh and for some reason, you can't actually get a Stifado or Klefitiko that easily. You can get a stuffed burger patty, the ubiquitous Souvlaki skewer and for some reason Salmon! I mean Salmon in Greece, not exactly straight off the local boat for that one. 

Anyway, what we are saying is that we occasionally like a change, which is the problem, as most of the Taverna's don't! If you what to delve into the world of Greek cooking there are plenty of choices, some good and some bad, you pays your money and you takes your choice so to say. However  if you are staying in Pollonia there are a couple of additions just to mix things up a bit. 

Firstly there is Hanabi, the name means fireworks in Japanese and the restaurant labels itself as seaside sushi.  Yeah, we know, it sounds like one of those whelk stalls you used to find in a British seaside town where each meal came with a disclaimer and the telephone number of the local hospital. But don't let that put you off, this place is very good and offers a distinctively different way to eat the local catch of the day with everything from Sashimi, Sushi, Gyoza (dumplings) to main courses of Teriyaki and a rather good Spicy Ramen. The waiters here will all so warn you about the Salmon, advising you that it is shipped in from Scandinavia so isn't fresh before they go on to tell you about their signature sushi rolls, two of which contain Salmon....! This place isn't traditional Japanese in any sense but rather Japanese inspired but they make a good effort, the food is good as is the presentation and and ambience.

Beware though, Hanabi is not cheap and you can easily rack up a bill in excess of 100 euros in very little time. That said though, most of the restaurants in the area will charge you upwards of 60 euros for two with drinks and some considerably more. 

Hanabi Pollonia

The next idea and we know that Jon from Samos is going to get hot under the collar on this, you should try Jordan's pizza. This used to be steak house and a damn good one too but now they do Pizza and they're pretty good at that as well. You can get all the standard pizza's plus a few specials along with Pasta, various salads and sides. The pizza's are not small so one pizza between two people is more that enough for anyone barring the biggest appetites. A meal for two with starters, a side and  drinks will set you back around 40 - 50m euros. 

Finally there is the Enalion Restaurant, which we were told was one of, if not the best that Pollonia has to offer. It serves regular Greek fayre and you definitely have to book if you want to eat at a reasonable time. On the night we visited the wind was blowing quite hard so sitting outside by the beach was like being sand blasted from time to time but the food was fine if a little bland - though the Shrimp Saganaki was nice. Again prices were upwards of 60 euros for two with drinks. 

Its worth noting that the trend for dining on the beach has taken off big time in Milos but really? Sand in your food and drink? It's not that romantic is it and lets face it, not that original either. Beach dining is for calm nights only - so avoid September when it can get distinctly windy in Milos.  

Choices for breakfast or light lunches get better during the day with various cafes being open. Try breakfast or lunch in the Deck overlooking the bay and at night you can sup a few drinks at the Cactus bar or if you are more in the mood for some hippiesh or somewhat eclectic music choices to accompany your after dinner drinks try the Opsidanos Art Cafe and Bar further up the bay towards the White Pebble Suites. This open all day from 11am to late and offers food as well as drink. A little further up and to the left there is also the Apollon bar located in the Apollon apartments which over looks the rocks and is a great place to watch the sunset from. 

Of course, no matter where you go the Social Media crowd won't be far behind or in some cases have already beaten you there. It really is a lament to say that the Island has been ruined. Still, as with all things trendy, they come and go and perhaps soon the crowds will find a new a place to flock to and the island of Venus returns once more to a place of tranquil calm. Until then, if you haven't snorkelled here its definitely worth a look, but for us, for now, we'll head somewhere else - somewhere less in with the in-crowd!

Look at me, looking at you, looking at me, oh an influencers day on the beach for me!

Flights to Milos connect out of Athens with Aegean and SkyExpress

There are also regular ferry sailings from Piraeus Harbour, Athens

One last word on travel to Milos. The airport on the island is small and check-in for return flights to Athens is a bit of a palaver. Also if the wind is a little strong or blowing from the wrong direction then flights to and from Athens cannot take off or land. 

The Check-in staff will also not tell you about any of this until the last minute and the information boards are often wrong or not updated. So please make sure you keep up to date with a relevant flight tracker or your airlines webpage, although Aegean is a little tardy in updating it's information so they are not all ways helpful.

Ferry's to and from Adamantas and Piraeus are quite regular and take around three hours. Tickets for two are around 150 euros one way. But be warned the crossings can be choppy so make sure you have your sea legs at the ready. 

A few additional links

Accommodation via expedia in Pollonia, Plaka etc. We recommend Venia's Guesthouse, The Apollon Apartments and White Pebble Suites, all located near each other. 

Habani, Pollonia

Enalion Restaurant, Pollonia

Beaches in Milos, for the best part of Pollonia avoid the main town beach and head north to the rocky cape by Poseidon rock.

Typhoons, Snorkelling and Men With Funny Shaped Balls: Japan 2019

Miyakojima Island: A DSC Quick Guide

Who are you looking at?

It’s only April and already 2020 is turning into a year to forget. The Covid-19 virus is front and centre in everyone’s mind with half the world’s population going into house arrest, economies going bankrupt and every Tom, Dick and Harry coming up with designs for new ventilators, which it turns out may not be the best way to treat patients. Then there are journalists, politicians and academics the world over systematically blaming China, Donald Trump and each other for the handling (or lack of it) of the situation.

So, to try and take your mind off the calamity unfolding outside of your window let’s take you back to 2019. You remember 2019, it was the year that journalists, politicians, academics and media commentators the world over told us we’d all die of starvation because of Brexit or that bearded Jihadis’ would brutally murder any man who let their wife go shopping without covering their ankles first and of course, it was all Donald Trumps fault. Oh and a certain Jeremy Corbyn would become Prime Minister of the UK. We’ll give you a minute to stop laughing about the last one….

In September 2019 we were boarding a flight from Paris to Tokyo eagerly anticipating the thrills, spills and crunching tackles of the Rugby World Cup. We would have loved to flown direct from Heathrow but such was the draw to this particular tournament that half of England, two thirds of Scotland and Ireland and seemingly the entire population of Wales were heading in the same direction. Consequently flights from the UK were either full or so expensive that we would have had to re-mortgage our own homes and most of our neighbours ones as well. Fortunately the French clearly believed their team had little or no chance of doing well in the tournament and so flights out of France were bereft of rugby fanatics and consequently very reasonably priced. At least that’s what we thought, turns out the reason our flight was so reasonably priced and so bereft of rugby’s hordes was because it was an Air France flight and no one it seems wanted to travel Air France. Something we now fully understand. Air France has the hardest, most uncomfortable seats you could imagine, the in-flight entertainment was appalling, the food inedible and they only had one can of beer aboard which apparently was being shared amongst the first-class passengers. We were offered wine of course, but since we consider wine to be at best, a drink for old women and children and at worst, even less appealing than badgers spit we declined and settled down for a cramped, grumpy sleep.

Japan is a long, long, long way when your buttocks are imprisoned in a seat that would make a spiked railing feel comfy, but our aching behinds were forgotten when we finally arrived in Tokyo. Fans from twenty nations mingled gleefully with the locals sharing beer and jokes whilst bemused Americans wandered around the neon lit streets wondering what on Earth was going on. The whole city throbbed with expectation. Japan has been involved in the world’s greatest rugby tournament from its inception but had only recently made its mark, having beaten the South Africans (rugby royalty) with a last ditch try in the previous tournament in 2015. Now every citizen of Japan seemed to have donned the red and white striped samurai shirt of the national team and confidence imbued by their teams coming of age against the Springboks, felt they too could now discuss the finer points of a rolling maul, line out plays and the need to earn the right to go wide with their peers from England, Australia, New Zealand and of course South Africa – all former world champions. Japan awaited, electric, primed, glory really could be theirs. This was going to be a tournament to savour. However, anyone who knows much about Japan would probably tell you that holding an international sporting event in the middle of Typhoon season is not a very good idea and they unfortunately would be proved right but that was in the future and as the tournament progressed and Japan began dismantling reputations with their fast and relentless style of rugby we took the opportunity to take a break from the beers and funny shaped balls to head south to Japan’s version of the Caribbean. We are the Dangerous Snorkelling Club after all and never miss an opportunity to get wet on the outside as well as the inside. So we boarded a flight to Okinawa and then onto Miyakojima.

Marine Garden

Miyakojima is a green jewel embedded in an azure sea. Its beaches are wide strokes of pristine white sand and its waters are crystal clear. This at least, is what the tourist guff will tell you and in normal times we are sure it is true. But we arrived on the island between those two future typhoons that had suddenly loomed onto the radar, the first having only just cleared the island as our plane touched down at Miyako airport, the next was due to make landfall within forty eight hours. So the air was dense, clammy and claustrophobic and the water would be murkier than a Chinese government report but we’ve snorkelled in worse conditions and Miyakojima boasts some of the best coral reefs in the world. So braced for disappointment and yet keen to dive in we headed to the southern coastal resort of Shigira. Japan can be a perplexing place at the best of times, its language seems to hark back to the days of hieroglyphs and although the Japanese have developed a taste for all things modern and electric they haven’t managed to master the art of using a knife or fork yet. That said nothing could be more perplexing than finding a colossal Bavarian castle smack bang in the centre of Shigira. To make matters worse it's pink. And no, we weren’t drunk; there really is a giant pink German castle in Shigira. It’s part of what’s called the Ueno German Cultural Village and it was closed for the duration. Our first thoughts were a knee-jerk assumption that it was linked to Japan’s military past when they were part of the Axis alliance but not wanting to upset the locals (Japan’s WW2 history is a sore point at the best of times) we avoided too many questions on the subject. Turns out our assumptions were wrong and its existence is all down to an act of heroism by the locals when they rescued survivors from a German ship back in 1873. Read about it here.

There are many great spots to go snorkelling in Miyako but in the short time we had on the Island we opted for three spots we’d been told by the locals were the best. The first is Yoshino beach located on the Island's Southeastern corner and a short drive from our base in Shigira. Yoshino beach is one of the most famous snorkelling spots on the island. It sits beneath a precipitous cliff face and is reached by a steep, winding road off highway 83. You can drive straight down to the beach but since parking spaces at the bottom are limited it’s more prudent to park up at the top and pay a few hundred Yen to use the shuttle service that operates from the small diving shop. The beach is long enough to find a quiet space all to your self and although the recent typhoon had done considerable damage to the reef, the marine life was still there in abundance, including several green turtles who patrolled the coral with languid strokes, our presence in their midst prompting little more than the occasional nonchalant glance. Yoshino is a spawning ground for the turtles and its shallow water and normally calm conditions make it a great spot for snorkellers of all abilities but try to arrive early if you want to see the turtles as they tend to drift away into the deeper blue once the beach becomes crowded.

Clown Fish

The second spot is the wonderful Nakanoshima beach on the western flank of Irabu Island located to the North West of Miyako. Irabu Island is reached by driving over the Irabu-Ohashi Bridge, a 3500 metre long undulation of steel and concrete that spans the glistening waters between Irabu and Miyako. It is apparently; the longest bridge in Japan and driving over it brought back memories of cruising over 7-mile-bridge in the Florida Keys. Nakanoshima (referred to by the locals as Kayaffa beach) is a wide bay protected from large waves by the coral reef which makes the waters relatively calm. Although we did find areas of the bay subject to some strong currents so caution is recommended. The waters here abound with clownfish, zipping in and out of large anemones, and puffer fish can be found loitering in rocky crevices. There is a small shack located on the beach where a local rents out oversized wetsuits to tourists but like all of the beaches we visited amenities are limited. There are also no lifeguards on duty and the island authorities lean towards the “your life, your responsibility” attitude which we found quite refreshing. That said if you are a poor swimmer or have never snorkelled before, stick close to shore and never go in the water alone.

On the way back to our hotel we stopped off at a small bakery and experienced one of the most bemusing incidents we had in Japan. We selected some sausage rolls, something’s that looked like custard tarts and some cream buns. We then watched perplexed as the cashier slowly and methodically wrapped each individual item in highly decorated paper, taped them and then placed them into another bag, which was then wrapped up again. The whole process took at least ten minutes and by the time we had paid a large queue had formed behind us. We kid you not she wrapped our cream buns up like a Christmas present. The result was typical Japanese perfection, each item a delightful parcel of paper and tape, including a little bow on some. The downside was all the cream was smeared over the inside of the paper, which does tend to ruin your cream bun experience.

Puffer fish at Nakanoshima

The third and last spot we visited was the Imugya Marine Garden located on the edge of Shigira. The Marine Garden boasts a unique eco-system due to the fact that natural spring water bubbles up from the ocean floor to mix with the seawater. The waters here are calm and sheltered, even in bad weather, making it a Mecca for snorkellers of all abilities. We arrived just as the sun broke the horizon and spent a few lazy hours amongst the corals. Anemones proliferate here, as do sea turtles and the ubiquitous shoals of coral fish. It was a great way to the end the few short days we had on the island and as the second Typhoon neared we packed our bags and headed back to Tokyo for the final array of rugby matches.

Waiting for kick off

Shinjuku, Tokyo

As most know that second Typhoon impacted Japan with a vengeance sending the country and the tournament into chaos. Yet despite some bleating from Scottish quarters and the threat of legal action, only a few games were actually abandoned. Scotland got to play the hosts for a place in the quarter finals and no doubt regretted their screams of “get the lawyers” as Japan not only weathered the early highland charge, they blew it away with a series of devastating attacks that tore the tartan defence to shreds and left Scottish dreams lying in tatters all over the pitch. Japan went on to face South Africa in the quarterfinals, there would however be no repeat of the 2015 glory. Despite endless and valiant attempts to play the game at speed the South African’s were not going to be humiliated again. In a brutal show of defensive strength they suffocated the life out of the brave blossoms and Japan’s world cup was over. The South African display against Japan should have made England, the other eventual finalists, take notice, but sadly they appeared to have overlooked the tactics the Springboks used. For despite putting on the most complete display any English rugby team has produced in their demolition of New Zealand, England had no answer to the South African’s stifling defence. England simply couldn’t cope with the Springboks defensive precision or strangulating tackles and what should have been a glorious free flowing game of rugby descended into a battle of brute strength that only South Africa were ever going to win. South Africa took the crown for a third time in their history (the first final they’d actually scored a try in) and what for many fans was the greatest tournament ever in the history of the world cup was over.

That is a bloody pink castle

If you have no interest in rugby then you’re probably not in the least bit interested in the excitement, the thrills and the sheer unpredictability of the 2019 world cup. A tournament in which the world order was over turned, reputations were made and reputations were destroyed. New Zealand were beatable, England were superb and hapless in equal measure, Wales failed to impress again as did Australia, Japan were bewildering, phenomenal and a pleasure to watch and South Africa were brutal, boring and immovable. Likewise if you have no interest in snorkelling then there is no way we can make you feel the sheer exhilaration of diving beneath the surface, of swimming over coral reefs and drifting alongside turtles. But snorkelling and rugby aside if there is something we would implore you to take from this post it’s this: Go to Japan. Yes the Japanese language is almost incomprehensible and the failure to evolve the chopstick into a something that resembles a fork can be frustrating and waiting for what seems eternity to have your sticky buns wrapped up in tinsel defies logic, but these are small bug bears. Japan is a nation that beguiles, bemuses and inspires in equal measure. From the hustle and bustle of a crowded subway train and the neon seediness of Tokyo nightlife to the sound of gentle waves creaming a coral sand beach, Japan is series of mini adventures and we can’t recommend any of them highly enough.

Oh but don’t fly Air France, your buttocks will never forgive you if you do. 

Miyako-Jima tourist guide including map

St Mary’s, Scilly Isles: A Dangerous Snorkelling Club Quick Guide

Pelistry Bay, St Mary's

If you were planning a snorkelling trip to the Mediterranean in 2016 then your choice of destinations are becoming rather limited. Greece is still struggling with the economic insanity that took hold way back in 2007 and now its islands, once the choice of tourists from all over Europe, have become the front line in the European migration crisis spilling out of Syria and Iraq. Hardly the destination for a relaxing break then. As for Italy, well it’s a great country, but it’s not renowned for its snorkelling, besides pasta gets boring very quickly. Then there is the Red Sea, a snorkeller's paradise if you like your water warm and tediously calm but, the Syrian conflict is causing even more chaos in the resorts of Egypt and Israel than it is in Greece. The same goes for Turkey, Morocco and Tunisia. So where to go? 

 

Flying to Scilly With SkyBus

Sub-tropical Scilly

Well, if you want pristine beaches, challenging snorkelling, good food and great beer then forget the Mediterranean and Red Sea this year and head west to one of Britain’s best kept secrets. The Scilly Isles are a sprinkling of verdant islands located some 28 miles Southwest of the Cornish coast. There are five inhabited islands in the Archipelago and a horde of smaller, uninhabited islands. Measuring a mere 2.5 square metres, St Mary’s is the central hub of the islands and home to the majority of the Scilly Isles residents. The main focal point is Hugh Town, which sits on an isthmus between two of the Islands beaches. Here you’ll find the Quay, shops, restaurants and four of the Islands five pubs. A short walk away you’ll find the smaller Old Town (the location of the fifth pub) and the Islands tiny airport. Above Hugh Town sits the Garrison, a castle and heavily fortified headland that formed one of Britain’s major defences during the 16^th century. The castle itself has been turned into one of the Isles most iconic hotels. With just 9 miles of road but over 30 miles of paths and trails, St Mary’s is a haven of peace and tranquility where you are more at risk of tripping over a birdwatcher crouching in the grass than being knocked off your bike by a car. We could wax lyrical for hours about the deserted beaches of white sand, the ancient archaeological sites, the stunning scenery, the history of the Islands flower trade, the weirdly wonderful characters who’ll drag you into the Scillonian club, buy you beer and insist that you meet their wife. Then there's the wildlife, the farmers who give you a cheery wave in the morning, the boatmen, who at a drop of a hat, will give you a lecture on the Islands Gig racing history, the tourists who’ve returned each and every year since 1970 and, without prompting, will give you a myriad tips on what to do and see and the bloke (who seems to work in every shop and pub on the island ) who’ll insist on giving you a daily briefing on the merits of each pubs burger, but this blog is mainly about the world beneath the waves so let’s get to the snorkelling.

Stuff Burgers! I'll Have The Fish

Does My Bum Look Big In This?

The best snorkelling on St Mary’s is on the remote eastern shore between Pelistry Bay and Bar Point. Here you’ll find forests of kelp, prairies of sea grass and rocky coves that provide a sanctuary to the diverse marine life. The main species you’ll spot are blennys, large wrasse, groupers and Pollock but you’ll often find a range of jellyfish from the fragile and harmless crystal jelly to the more dangerous mauve stinger. The rocks are covered with anemones and a range of colourful sponges and corals. If you’re lucky you might find yourself face to face with less common species of fish and even an inquisitive seal. A word of caution however, the Scilly Isles are located in the Atlantic and are subject to fast currents, large swells and rough water so be prepared. The water around the Islands is always on the cold side, even at the height of summer, so a full wetsuit is a necessity. Encasing yourself in neoprene is also your best defence against the appendages of the mauve stinger that can trail up to a metre or so behind the main body. There are other, more treacherous sites, around the Garrison and beyond Bar Point but these are suitable only for the more experienced and competent snorkeller. In the case of Bar Point, the water here is often murky and it is very easy to find yourself entangled in kelp. The main beaches of Hugh Town are singularly unsuitable for snorkelling due to the large flotillas of boats moving around and the water itself is bereft of any interesting sea life. If you tire of the waters around St Mary’s there are daily boat trips to the Islands of Tresco, Bryher and St Martin’s all of which offer a variety of snorkelling. For the less experienced snorkeller there are organised snorkel trips to St Martin’s where you can get up and close with the Isles seal population.

For the bubble blowers among you, the Scilly Isles offer more diving spots than you can shake a stick at. There are over twenty wrecks around St Mary’s alone. The deep waters around the Islands also attract basking sharks, porpoises and that most elusive of marine creatures, the sunfish.

 

Jewel Anenome

Mauve Stinger

The Spooky Kelp Forests

Emerging From The Cold

Getting Up Close

Small Fry

Can You See Me

Getting around the islands is easy. Being so small, the Islands snorkelling sites are easily reached by foot or you can rent a bike from Hugh Town. For a more leisurely transport option why not hire a golf cart from the Scilly Cart Company.  The Scilly Isles are easily reached by air from Exeter, Newquay and Land’s End Airports. Ferry services to St Mary’s operate daily from Penzance. So put the sunscreen away, pack the wetsuit and get going, you won’t regret it.  

Not Exactly Top Gear - But What A Laugh

For more information click the links below 

Scilly Tourist Board

The Scilly Steamship Company

Scilly Cart Company