from afar the island of são jorge looks like a long reptile resting in the ocean, hiding mysteries, and old prohibited lovers. arriving by boat, we can see that there are some strips of land that enter the sea at the base of the cliffs caused by ancient landslides. the so-called fajãs. one of them, fajã do santo cristo (holy lord christ), remains a sacred place. unrivaled in its distance for the world.
there are some trails to get there and it will depend on how tired are you (but it will worth all the effort). the easiest (and perhaps least tiring) is the track that comes out of the neighboring fajã, the fajã dos cubres. from there we only rely on our strength. unfortunately, some motorcycles make the way which is clearly contributing to he pollution and decharacterization of the trail.
on arrival, although there are more and more tourists, we were dazzled by that mixture of gross dark green nature and the calm of the lagoon followed by the infinite atlantic. the ecosystem is unique there, even with the presence of exquisite bivalves that no one really knows how they got there. the chapel of the holy lord christ, a constant in the fajã’s skyline, could be our home at the end of the world.
são jorge, azores | august 2016