17 November~  The Montaneros held a climbing competicao in the gym in Angra.  Among the finalists were a few tall guys, and me.  One wore tennis-shoes and was pretty solid, the other had climbing shoes though was likely a 5.8 climber.  Everyone watched in anticipation ehen I would go on rope.  I felt kinda bad being the only foreigner and winning the competition.  They told me it is good to have someone push thier limits (I’m not that great of a climber).  They made it up to me later by asking me to meet them at a cafe to go climbing in Sao Mateos later.  The cafe has been condemed and they were a no-show.  My lights decided to use up all the battery in the car, so I began rigging up a pully system to get the car out of it’s parking place.  Luckily it is light and some entertained portuguese gave me a push.

Sunday: Catherine, Rick, and I went to Lagoa da Falca (Lake of bird) which we call “Duck Lake,”  a fake lake (pond) that is filled with ducks they brought from mainland Europe.  From there we followed a creek and ended up at a waterfall. 

Just like Santa Barbara canyon, nobody believes that it exists on this island.