Portugal!

 

I am currently writing this on the way between Viana Do Costello and Leixoes, having finally made it to Portugal. The sun is shining, we have prevailing winds and there is minimal swell – hooray!! It is still very cold and as well as having to wear multiple layers of clothes, I am also sporting my new foam lined wellies – I really do love them!

We left Muros and spent last week in Baiona just north of the Spanish/Portugese border. On arrival, we came into the new port where Tom unfortunately got to know the Atlantic a little better by falling in. One second he had jumped onto the pontoon, then he’s in the water and in the next flash, managed to jump right back out again! It was pretty funny and he was due for a wash anyway!  Having gone to bed knowing we were in for a very noisy, creaky night due to the pontoon & mooring ropes, we were then awoken and kept up hideous um-pah music and partying. Mark got up at 5am to find out who it was and to ask them if they’d mind turning it down but typically, they turned out to be frenchies. Hearing Mark chatting to them, Tom also got up and after hearing offers of rum/vodka/beer/wine, I thought both would be gone for the rest of the night!

The next day we moved the boat to the old port for the rest of the week as it was more sheltered, quieter and cheaper. We were overlooked by fortress walls and a castle and shared the water with a replica of the ‘Pinta’, the boat Christopher Columbus (they say) crossed the Atlantic in, although Wikipedia has some different ideas about this. Who knows?!

Having walked around Baiona  and the sites, we did the usual and found an all day cafe with wifi. This then became our local where we managed to consume numerous cheap glasses of vino tinto and bocatillas awaiting more downloads!

 

With downloading at our disposal, I have now learnt a lot more about the boys of which I am slightly concerned, especially Tom. He seems to know all the words to the songs in the Little Mermaid and Aladdin and both had previously seen and liked Clueless, happy to watch Mean Girls and even suggested 10 Things I Hate About You, of which I, being the only girl, had only seen Mean Girls! Marvin …!

Whilst still in the port, we met some guys having just arrived in Baiona. They were trying to deliver a 60ft sail boat from Lymington to St. Barts. Their stories made me feel so much better about our sailing experiences. It had taken them 3 weeks just to get from Lymington to Falmouth and had then been hit by gusts up to 80knots which had ripped their main sail and the genoa that hadn’t even been unfurled. All having said they’d feared for their lives, I was pretty happy to have stopped and waited for the weather to clear again.

We left Baiona, pulled down the Spanish flag and popped up our Portugese one, and sailed/motor sailed down to Viana Do Costello in the sunshine.

Having only just learnt a few words in Spanish, I am now struggling to understand and convert into my expansive knowledge of the portugese language. This consists of one word, 'obrigada' and the decision that the language is Spanish being spoken by Sean Connery with a cold!

Having spent a beautiful sunny day exploring the town and all the historical sites, and with the old town covered in Christmas decorations and lights, I am really starting to get into a festive mood and now on the search for cheap tinsel. Betsy will not know what’s hit her once I’ve finished! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yesterday we had another lovely sunny day and an enjoyable visit from Mark’s father. We went in search of a pretty place to eat and arrived at a lovely little fishing port, Via Pria de Arcona where we went to an excellent fish restaurant and I bravely ate clams, seabass and turbot – very proud of myself!

We have decided not to rush the trip any longer and try to only have enjoyable sailing journeys so we’re hoping to be in Lanzarote for Christmas and Las Palmas for New Year. Bring on the mince pies!

A Little Update...

Not a lot has happened since the Corme but here is a little update of where we are now. 

Having left Corme, we managed to make it to Camaraňas where we stopped for a couple of nights in the port. We all made the most of the hot showers available and being plugged into the electricity, we had the heater on at all times to dry us and the boat out.

Having limited internet available, we were unable to get a detailed weather update and decided to try and head a little further south. We left the port, only to be confronted with huge breaking swells. We were hitting the surf head on and after a wave nearly breaking over the top of us, the decision was made to turn around and head back to safety. I really didn't have much of an idea of how dangerous it was and was actually enjoying hooning down the back of the surf until Mark explained what could have happened if we'd been submerged. Sometimes ignorance is bliss!

We set course to the opposite fishing port of Muxia, where we put the anchor down, prepared the tender and went to explore the town.

Having only ever been to Barcelona for a long weekend, I did not know what to expect from Spain or the Spanish people. So far, I have been pleasantly surprised. Due to our unfortunate weather circumstances, we have stopped at pretty much every port along the north and north west coast of Spain and everyone we have come into contact with has been super friendly and helpful. This is possibly because they are all from fishing backgrounds and think that we are mental for being out at sea at this time of year but never the less, I am very impressed. I have just started trying to learn Spanish and have only just finished the first 2 cds of Michel Thomas basic level but whenever I try and use what I have learnt, I have been pleasantly surprised to find people wanting to understand and help me. Having struggled for years trying to communicate in France and mainly being confronted with a huff and a shrug of the shoulders of not understanding due to not having the perfect pronunciation, being in Spain is very refreshing!

The boys are also loving the Spanish hospitality in the form on Pinchos. Every bar/cafe we have been to, you are given a free bit of tapas with your drink. These range from a bit of tortilla on bread, an oyster, baby crab, slice of bacon and potato on bread or on Sundays, a rank looking bowl of chick peas with pig cheek and stomach. Drinks are super cheap, with coffees under a euro and beer just over, so a place is generally rated on the pinchos, quality, quantity and whether you get another helping with the second drink!

We spent 3 days in Muxia, having moved from our anchor point to against the port wall. A huge gale hit the port so the boat had to be moved or risk it being snapped from the anchor and hitting the rocks on the side of the port. Unfortunately the relays on our windlass (the thing that brings the anchor up) had broken, so the boys had to leave the tender with the anchor rope and bring Vitriol a.k.a. Betsy to safety. Fortunately for me, I was left in the warm, dry cafe, so I watched through the window, the pelting rain and huge gusts of wind blowing the trees down knowing the boys were braving the elements trying to save our little Betsy. Thankfully they did and once the weather cleared again, we were able to go a little further to our current resting place of Muros. With Northerlies and the current in our favour, we were able to sail without the motor all the way, so I was finally able to experience some good sailing. Now all we need are a few more degrees of warmth. Bring on the equator!

Our fishermen friends!

Muxia coastline

 

 

 

The timer works!

 

 

Big Little man!