Where am I going?

After breakfast we went into Funchal and walked all the way to the old Fort approx 6 km.  We had stopped along the way for a coffee and loo break and also sat and watched the Kestrels for a while.  It was very hot at one stage and then a mist came down not exactly rain and not enough to stop us doing anything.  Caught a taxi back to the hotel and wen to lunch.  There seems to be an awful lot of eating this holiday.  Have never fathomed out the meaning of it.

Silly Saturday to day is this sculpture of this gentleman going where and doing what?