Raining Up at the End of the World, Sagres, Portugal
I wandered back toward town, but then I decided to turn toward the ocean and walk the red dirt road to the cliff. I couldn't understand it, but there was actually SPRAY coming up onto the plateau. These are huge cliffs. There was no way there were waves that big.
From the edge I had to walk pretty far inland to get around the spray, and I popped back out to the cliff on the other side, hopeful to get a view of what was going on down there.
It's a little disturbing to walk to the edge of a cliff there because about 20 feet from the edge the wind reverses direction and blows you from behind, toward the drop. But I steadied myself and crept up until I could see below:
There was a little pocket in the cliff, right at the level the waves were breaking. Inside the pocket, there was a hole that went into the cliff, then up and opened back out a dozen feet above.
So, as waves came in, they would hit the pocket and the water would rush in the bottom of the hole, then shoot out the top like it was being shot from a cannon. Then the wind would take the cloud and lift it probably 60 more feet up and over the cliff. On the plateau, the only place there was a puddle was under that spray.
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