When lucky in Madeira, you'll enter Mowgli's territory and wander through a Mars-like landscape to an eucalyptus forest, through dense fern jungle teeming with orange butterflies to steep cliffs covered in dasies. You'll climb rock faces like an experienced mountain goat and end the day observing random fireworks announcing that the curfew was pushed till 11 PM. You'll cook the "Madeiran Stonehenge soup" and stare at the stars listening to nothing but the strange quacking sounds around you. And then you'll wake up and go to work and think that it was all just a dream.
But the overwhelming feeling of this world's endless beauty is as real as the bramble scratches on your hands.
THAT's why I love camping.
You see now?