When we decided to give Madeira a try, it was more for the scenery and the sun rather than Adrenalin fueled excitement. However, when I mentioned the trip to my mate Miniboy he mentioned that it was possible to roll down the mountain in a basket trolley.

Initially I thought he was joking. “Why on earth would anyone want to roll down a mountain in a basket” I pondered, but some investigation did reveal that this is a quirky local pastime.
So when in Funchal do as the Funchalians I decided, so Wooksie and I put half a day aside to have our adventure with the basket riders of Madeira.
This is largely a tale of queues, so the half day soon became a day that involved upwards of 3 hours of queuing at different points.

Getting to the basket riders wasn’t that easy as they live on top of a mountain, so we took the scenic route up, which is the gondola that rises from the city centre and passes over the suburbs of Funchal as it heads up the mountain.
Funchal Cable Car
One cannot but feel sorry for some of the inhabitants of Funchal, who probably lived quiet lives on the mountain with beautiful views and now have gondola pillars planted in their back gardens and now had people staring into their gardens and bedroom windows every 30 seconds as the gondolas pass by on their steady way up the hill.

When planning your trip up the gondola, it is best to check the number of cruise ships that are docked in the port. On the day we did it there was a monster MSC liner in the harbour with about 6000 passengers, most of who seemed to be keen on going on the gondola as well.
The locals have done a very good job of designing the gondola station, because it isn’t until you have spent £30 on two one way tickets that you discover there is an hour long wait. The queue forms at the back of the gondola station so if you arrive from the port or the direction of most of the hotels, you don’t see the queue until it is too late.

“Not to worry”, we thought, that is the queuing done. So we waited patiently in the sun and eventually enjoyed the panoramic views of the city on the way up.
Basket rides
At the top it is a bit confusing as most paths lead into the beautiful and spectacular gardens of subtropical bushes and trees. We weren’t interested in any of that because we wanted to go basket racing and eventually found the top of the run.

Immediately we had bad news, we weren’t allowed to drive our own basket, we would need to pay a driver. It turns out that the baskets sit on little go cart type trucks, and they don’t have any brakes. The brakes are the special soles on the drivers shoes, rather than the flip flops I was wearing.
At this point we discovered another queue, in fact, not surprisingly, it was almost the same size as the gondola queue we had already suffered, so we resigned ourselves to another long wait.

What we soon discovered is that the Basket Riders of Funchal are not as efficient as the gondola, which rumbles around all day, taking groups of 6 people up the mountain without any need for refreshment of rest.
The Basket Riders, are limited in number and when they ride down the mountain, they need a lift back to the top to take their next customers. The little backet trolleys have the same problem, there are a limited number and they too need to be carried back up the mountain on a lorry.

Basket queues
Those of you that appreciate process efficiency can no doubt see numerous flaws in the way this is organised. Some times there would be drivers and no baskets, other times there would be baskets and no drivers, we also had times when there were neither baskets or drivers.
Very rarely, we would have drivers and baskets, at which point the lucky people at the front of the queue would set off down the hill. There would then ensue a fearful race down through the streets at breakneck speeds.
Each truck has 2 drivers who brake frantically with their special shoes and then lean out the sides of the truck to counterbalance the weight and help get around corners, as the basket trucks don’t have any steering wheels.

So after 3.5 hours of queuing, it was our turn and before we knew it, 3 minutes later, we were dropped at that lower station where the ride ends. Rather surprisingly this was actually only half way down the hill, so we had another 20 minute walk to get back into the town.
The Basket Riders in front of us weren’t so lucky, getting this load of hefty lads down the mountain cant have been easy without brakes, must have been nearly 60st in that truck,


















