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Features: begging lizard, smiling dog, tree-hugging bear, parking ticket, and exploding tyre
The alarm went off at the ungodly hour of 7am, and we slowly dragged ourselves out of bed. A little known fact: darkness prevails at 7am in Madeira. Why on earth had we organized a car rental for the day, I’d rather just mooch around in my workout shorts for the next two hours, cup of tea in hand, and take a good long look over the balcony at the evolving sea scene below.
Never mind, we got ourselves organized: we packed up the swimming gear, the camera gear, the food & water and carried everything to the local car rental office across the street.
The agency provided a Renault Clio, black, that had been around the block a few times, I’d say. The tyres appeared pretty bald and the odometer registered 69,000 kilometers. Not too bad if the island were the size of California, but it’s only about 30 miles long. So it has had a good number of short trips. The agent carefully pointed out the spare wheel location and confirmed a tool kit and jack on board. First time a rental agent has done that in the recent past.