After all this running back and forth to look for parts, disassemble and assemble, we are now intent (and I Christelle) to the actual shipping.
My intention was to sail to Madeira to spend a few months working at a distance this winter, but an initial search for information on the web has shown over there and also in Porto Santo parking fees are prohibitive for my little boat : 450 € / month! I first renting an apartment ..
then pass to a more reasoned navigation: Those wishing to visit the archipelago of Madeira, we need to find a place to winter the boat in the Canary Islands, which are the closest islands, but not enough time available to me. The alternative I have left is to put half by mid-August as a port in the bay of Cadiz that makes the prices reasonable and providing the service station on the ground. This would allow me to return later to resume navigation.
Search, look for: found. Portimao. Another port is papabile Rota, but I have yet to get confirmation on rates.
- Stage 1: Viveiro - La Coruna. Fifteen hours with a favorable wind, but at times too weak. Motor four hours in all, and all shipping a remarkable roll, caused by a sea of \u200b\u200bbackground about a meter and a half. Anyway we left behind the Cape and Cape Ortegal Bares having a really bad reputation ...
- Stage 2: La Coruna - Sada. Leaving too late because of the inability to receive weather reports, we decide to backtrack since the wind is from the northwest and rolling genoa has a problem. Not bad, in Sada is good and even dismantle the mooring cleats on the pontoon to move and allow us to dock more easily ...
- Stage 3: Sada - Camariñas. After the engine the morning to make water, a fun and easy sailing downwind with a force four well-established, on a trade from the northwest along a couple of meters. After that no dolphins sighted between the docks in Sada, but we have tested extensively the Mer-Veille radar detector ...
- Stage 4: Camariñas - Portosin. Camariñas left reluctantly, after a night at the bar of the bar Curbeiro Rodrigo, there seemed to be now become honorary citizens ... And what about the sympathy of Moncho, the Harbourmaster? Priceless! After all, many other browsers I had described the place as nice, and confirmations have not had to wait ...
engine more than half of navigation in the distance, seeing his friend Philippe has sailed further south. Then a simple step in a couple of shallow water, and finally in the Ria de Muros, sailing. At sea, the toilets where you can feel at ease at home!
- Stage 5: Portosin - Sanxenxo. Parties, on the advice of the bartender's beer (the only one!) Of Portosin Portonovo at a time, once you find a port where all the power boats sail at least 10 knots in creating a haunting undertow. The staff, very unpleasant, there is evil and gives us a catway approached a boat moored badly. Some vessels they stop with the engine running at the quay of the distributor, smoking all the products of combustion of diesel. We move in Sanxenxo (10 minutes) where, after some language difficulties, we are given our place and we know of a local sailor who wants to buy our way Dreamer, ready cash, check in hand. It will be all true or are they just hallucinations caused by the sun and the engine now? We'll see ... Tomorrow, the wind from the north.
- Stage 6: Sanxenxo - Baiona. After hearing a report that looked perplexed force 6 from the north, poor visibility due to fog and rain squalls, the sea live up to 2.5 meters and the bottom of the sea of \u200b\u200bthe same height, we let go the moorings in the belief that it was only 20 miles ... In fact, we traveled all the slack, with just under 5 and heavy seas in the vicinity of shoals that mark the entrance channel in Baiona. In contrast, the bulletins for the next few days give pretty strong wind from the north, force 6 and 7 off along the coast, and heavy seas. We'll see, while there remains baiona to explore ...
- Stage 7: Baiona - Cascais. Pariti from Bayonne with a newsletter that gave force 5-6 from the northwest down to 5, we find a sea fuerte Marejada that makes us roll a lot during the first day of navigation and night, like a dishwasher. The next day he spent in a much more comfortable, even with a favorable wind shifts and sleep where it is easier to wind and the rudder has to work just to keep the stern to loose. Next to Cabo de Roca, at dawn, we met a thick fog that makes us carry out wide-open eyes and ears, looking for some cargo vessel that could see our route. None. We arrive at Cascais after the last two hours of sailing from a snapshot regalataci nortada up to 25 knots in a short time just after noon. Off with several layers of clothes, we find ground in a hot stuffy shirt and we seem to be in a sauna ...
- Stage 8: Cascais - Portimao. After a drink at a bar frequented by local fisherman with his friend Philippe (as navigating converging Camariñas stage, and became our guide bar) and a night in the harbor to try to rest the best, we share in south late morning, to take advantage of nortada again, this time it gives us a fresh wind and a sea as quiet but with a thick fog that clears in the afternoon only makes us stay glued to the radar detector. Again no cargo. The spring nortada there around midnight near a spectral light buoy not reported by any paper that reports an estimated aquaculture facility, from which we can only get away with the motor. Boring night but thanks to the comfortable hum of the diesel crossing a few other boats. The next morning dubbed Cabo Sao Vicente to sail, accompanied by a bench of dolphins, and drive along the spectacular coast, up to Portimao.
- Stage 9: Portimao - Olhao. Portimao we stop short, just enough time to make arrangements with the building site located in Faro Quinta do Progresso, since the port, in addition to being a bit expensive, is far too chic to make us feel at ease nost. We start without too many expectations of wind, but the coastal breezes bring us some miles to the east. Once in Olhao, after path for current and tide along the access channel, we are treated to literally face dall'addetto of marine fish, we hunt off the ground as a reason (or excuse?) the lack of seats, where the port is clear for at least third empty. We spent the night at the quay of the port adjacent taxi-boat, sheltered from the tsunami-generating boats in transit, moving at full throttle. At Marine Olhao foreigners are not welcome, and we are addressing them in a bad way, avoiding any language other than Portuguese.
-Stage 10: Olhao - Faro. Those responsible for the construction of the Quinta do Progresso we made an appointment to beacon number 23 around noon, so we cover in the five hour miles of canals that separate us from the end of what leads us to an anchorage area, not far from downtown. The boat service yard escort us along the channel is not reported, only passable at high tide, which allows us to get entangled without the basin of the travel lift. In less than no time the boat is on the ground, with care and expertise housed in a sturdy metal stand. A day to tidy up everything and the season ended, awaiting a more propitious time for navigation, since when the heat is unbearable ...
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