In Sagres, Portugal I tried my hand at cliff-fishing. The extra-long poles dangle line 300-feet to the ocean below. I didn’t catch anything for I didn’t last long at helm; I was scared and gave up soon after my first cast.
Pre-New World, Europeans thought that Sagres, the southern most point in Europe, was the end of the world, literally the crust of earth breaking off abruptly into the ocean.