APAPS 25 3: Have We Got a Collective Case Of Hypsophobia ?

I ask this question about hypsophobia, also known as acrophobia ot fear of heights, because this was the second week running where our highest elevation was 15 metres and our lowest 2 metres. Coincidence ? Maybe.

But what it does mean is that, for those of us who hold to the belief that for a walk to be considered as a good walk it must have some decent hills in it, there hasn´t been a good walk for two weeks, and even three weeks ago, it was a pretty tame version. Something must be done.

At Lagos Train Station, the normal Starter pic was taken, including Sasha and her walker Andy, and the five walkers set off quite promptly just afer 07.00.

We restricted ourselves to the Meia Praias boardwalk and timed ourselves carefully so as to be back at the starting place by 09.30 which we managed almost to the minute.

Acrophobia or fear of heights is not to be confused with climacophobia or fear of climbing which this young gentleman did not appear to be suffering from. He soon stopped showing off after Myriam and Maria laughed at him.

Not much else happened on the walk - there is only so much a boardwalk can offer.

The Statistics

Reasonable overall speed.

Back at Lagos Train Station, we had expected to meet Paul who was to guide is to his new-found breakfast palace of delights, Café Viva.This was his red letter day, organising the breakfast. But he wasn´t there having sent some messages which few of us had read that he would meet us there. Then Myriam buzzed off in her car although she did offer a lift if any one wanted it. But Lesley was there and with her and then Andy and Chris W who we met shortly after, seven of us headed off past the marina, over the pedestrian bridge and onto the Avenida.

Verbal directions to the Café were somewhat confusing - "back street , behind the Adega." Luckily, Antje had some idea of what that meant and JohnH who had looked it up on Google was convinced the Café had a frontage on the Avenida. Anyway, we found it in good time before its 10.am opening - beside the Adega. The kindly Moldovian owner lady let  us in early. Then Paul arrived, 10 am on the dot and we all sat down.

The Breakfast

Gosh, I needed that

A clever mirror picture by Myriam

Some had the full English breakfast with added mushrooms.

Some had the full English breakfast with added mushrooms but no sausage. 

Antje, I think it was, had scrambled eggs.

and Lesley, after forensically cross-examining the waitress about the life expectancy of the fluffiness of the omelettes, plumped for a lettuce sandwich

with perhaps a smidgin of cheese inside.

All in all , the breakfast was good; perhaps not quite up to the standard of Café Martins. Bread not caseiro and quantity adequate. Service friendly, and efficient. Basic meal price reasonable but drinks, as Paul cautioned us beforehand , very much at tourist prices. Worth a repeat visit sometime. 

Myriam, who you will remember had taken art work photos in the ladies´ loo at Clube Nautico the previous week, continued her toiletry researches here and came up with this one.

but be warned, if you want privacy, lock the door.

and another clever mirror picture by Myriam

Going back to the topic of phobias, some people attend APAPS walks but won´t eat breakfasts. Do they have a fear of breakfasts? There is no specific phobia attached to the meal breakfast itself but it has been suggested that such a fear could fall under Cibophobia - the fear of food - or Deipnophobia - the fear of eating in front of others.

But don´t let that put you off, unless of course you have a fear of phobias in which case I will not provoke you by telling you that one of the longest names for a phobia is the name for a fear of long words, Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia.