From Rebadeo we have continued to move west, we anchored for
a couple of nights in two separate bays which were very tranquil, although on
one night the fog descended on us and we ended up not being able to see the
beach. At one of the beaches Kevin took his first dip of the trip, after seeing
him go in I decided it was too cold for me, after swimming ashore Kevin took a
stroll along the beach before swimming back.
The scenery along this coastline is very impressive, Kevin
described it as the Cornish coats meets the Lake District and I have to say I can’t
think of a better description.
We then moved on to A Caruna, which is a major city we
decided to stay here for five nights, whilst there we manage to purchase a new
radio so that we can use my iPod as we only have one CD and we have started to
get fed up of listening to it even though it’s very good. Kevin also got his
hair cut whilst we were there, he certainly won’t need another for several
weeks.
The town of A Caruna although big is much nicer that those
of Gijon and Rabadeo, there were plenty of shops, and I did manage to purchase
some items of clothing although when I came to pay on the credit card they
wanted to see my passport, never had that happen before. Kevin also took me to
see this huge square, with a very impressive official looking building where it
appeared several weddings were taking place.
Whilst in A Caruna we also met up with Nick and Judith who
we had met in Rebadea, not sure who is following who.
From A Caruna it was back to anchoring as we moved more
south west, there was no wind at all and so we had to motor all the way, within
the first hour of leaving the marina we felt the boat jolt, we had something
stuck around the propeller which reduced our speed by more than one knot
meaning our journey would take a little longer. We found an anchorage in Laxe,
and as soon as it was secure Kevin once again donned his trunks to swim under
the boat to release whatever was caught on the propeller, it turned out to be a
sheet of plastic, the look on his face said everything, it was freezing, he has
warned me it’s my turn next time. That night as we sat on the boat we could hear the cheers from the Spanish as
they won the European cup, again the fog descended on us, so we moved on the
following day to Calamarinas. On the way there we could see the clouds rolling
over the hills, it looked as though we were watching a waterfall in slow
motion.
When we arrived in
Camarinas we decided not to go into the harbour but anchor by the beach as we
prepared to drop anchor we got an awful whiff, only to find there was a fish
factory across from us so we moved further up wind and just hoped that the wind
didn’t change direction in the night. We had also clocked up our first 1,000
miles and so we celebrated with a bottle of champagne and a nice juicy fillet
steak.
The following morning we had some wind and so we sailed out
of the bay and headed towards Finisterre. The weather again was cloudy with
some mist, the wind was in the wrong direction for us to sail straight there
and so several tacks were required, we didn’t seem to be making any headway at
all so we decided to motor as it looked like more rain was on its way. We planned
to stay for two nights in Finisterre and spend a day walking to the lighthouse
on the headland to look at the impressive views, but when we got up in the
morning the headland was covered in cloud, and so we decided to move on to Portosin
which is in Ria Muros.
The marina itself is very nice but the local town does not
have much to offer, once again we have bumped into Nick and Judith, and have
spent a couple of evenings with them in the marina bar. This is the first
marina where the British have outnumbered the French, never seen so many red
ensigns or red dusters as they are nicknamed.
Whilst here we took a trip by local bus to Santiago de
Compostela, where apparently in the 9th century the tomb of St James
was discovered, and the town is now the focus for thousands of pilgrims who
visit each year. The new part of the town is full of department shops but the
old town has narrow cobbled streets with numerous shops selling souvenirs, and café
bars and restaurants so you are spoilt for choice when looking for somewhere to
eat.
There is also a beautiful old cathedral with very ornate
carvings both inside and out, the alter is completely covered in gold leaf it
looks very spectacular, and around the outer sides there are spate little
chapels.
One thing we have noticed whilst sailing in France and Spain
is that the fishermen must work on some sort of point scoring system, because
whenever we are near one, they head straight for us. So we think the scoring
system goes something like this, one point for getting a yacht to alter course
whilst motoring, two if under sail, and three at night.
Since leaving Britain I have tried to learn both French and
now Spanish, I am able to ask for things like wine and the bill, good morning and
hello, but I keep forgetting where I am and so now I speak a bit of Spanish, a
bit of French and a bit of English all in one sentence, it must confuse the
hell out of the person I am speaking to.
We are planning to leave here today to move onto Ria Auros
where we again plan to do some anchoring, the weather at the moment is awful,
raining and it sounds as if the wind is picking up, but having kept track of
the weather back home its certainly better here than there.
Total distance to date:
1068 nautical miles
1 nautical mile = 1.15077 mile
Our present location: https://maps.google.co.uk/maps?saddr=42.759617,-8.946304&hl=en&ll=42.762642,-8.923645&spn=0.38212,1.003876&sll=42.723308,-8.951797&sspn=0.382363,1.003876&mra=mift&mrsp=0&sz=11&t=m&z=11
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