Sunday, August 19, 2018

Captured in Catagena

June 2018

It's mid June and Ostinato is still crocheted to the dock.  Enough stragglers are left in the marina to make up a Sunday barbecue or give a bit of assistance when needed but its beginning to get a bit of a ghost town feel.  Its time to move on.  We arrived back in Cartagena in late April but is was a bit cool for us and friends reported the winds were howling in the Balearics so why do that to ourselves....instead, we decided to squeeze in a bit more land travel.  While the original plan had been to sail to Gibraltar it looked like it could be a real slog returning west.  Driving would be faster, and most importantly, allow us to add on Lisbon .

Lisbon.  bring your walking shoes!


Church of Sao Domingos
Also known as the Necked Church with its
 burnt walls and pillars left from a 1954 fir
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Belem Tower at the mouth of the Atlantic

The Rock

and the monkeys

They apparently were smarter than us and took a taxi up to the top

30,000 year old Cave paintings and festivals in Rhonda


The summer's sailing plan was then updated to include a quick hop south to Saida, Morocco to get Ostinato out of the EU to update the Value Added Tax (VAT) exemption. King began working his boat list in earnest and I began stocking our cabinets and freezer, pulling out summer cloths and stowing away the winter.  It became clear pretty quickly that I had enjoyed myself way too much while home and while winter clothes hide a multitude of sin, shorts and t-shirts provide a canvas that makes you wince each time you pass by a mirror.  Thankfully, not many of those on Ostinato. A quick eating intervention would be required.  My only regret is that I didn't decide this before I had stocked the boat with goodies.

June 23
Another birthday has come and gone.  With my diet, King was excused from making my annual pineapple upside down cake. That meant he had to really step up for dinner......and he did.  Oyster tapas!  Zero Weight Watchers points.  Of course, the cava wasn't 0 but I had been good all day so had a few points to spare. 

The first of several plates.
These were as good as Apalachicola Oysters!

After our stop in Morocco we plan to head east to the Balearic Islands that sit just off the east coast of Spain.  And this is why we remain in Cartagena on June 25.  The prevailing winds during the summer months are typically from the west but have blown from the NE since June 1.  I have done my best not to let this make me crazy but it has been touch and go a few times.  Why are NE winds a problem you might ask?  Well, it makes a trip to Saida a sleigh ride but depending on wind strength the return could be a pounding nightmare.  So we have decided if we had to wait somewhere, Cartegena was our port of choice.  Finally, 24 days later, the opening we have longed for appeared and although King was in the middle of changing out the pressure plate on the engine, we set a date for today.  A breeze from the east would blow us there and two days later a west wind would blow us back.  Perfect!  But as these things go, just as King had put the engine completely back together and it purred like a kitten he made a fatal mistake.....he said.....and I quote "I can't believe we don't have any oil leaks" seconds later a hose popped off the transmission and dumped its contents indiscriminately about the engine compartment.  We won't be going tomorrow.

June 26
We departed Cartagena at 1100.  No wrapping of the prop, no high winds on the nose, no loss of anything overboard.  Well done!  Winds were light all the way and actual sailing was limited.  We arrived in Saida the following afternoon at 1500.  The 800 berth marina was built in 2007.  Only about 50 slips were occupied.  Obviously, they were expecting more of a crowd.  As a result, Ostinato was allowed to side tie.  Minutes after our arrival, four smartly uniformed men arrived to check passports, boat papers and every cabinet and suitcase on the boat.  Offers for food or drink were politely refused and there was no request for money or cigarettes.  By 1530 we were plugging in the air conditioner and ready for a big nap.  Sadly, it appears the marina has not done well, nor the residential and commercial development surrounding it.  The one place that seems to be doing an outstanding business is the ice cream shop!  We, of course, made it an after dinner destination.

Northern coast of Africa leaving Saida Morocco
Saida Marina



The following morning, light winds were forecast for the return trip but they were from the right direction so it was a go.  We hoped for an early departure but officials needed to do another walk through and their day apparently doesn't start until 1000.  Thankfully, the exit stroll is much quicker and once done you are expected to leave....immediately. They actually wait on the dock outside your boat and watch you go,

It was another beautiful sunny day in the Med and after about an hour King started wistfully talking about Melilla, a Spanish enclave on the coast of Northern Africa to our west.    He was tired.  Maybe staying another day would be good.  Would the weather hold?  A course correction was done and we were off to Melilla.  Each hour the wind swung just a bit more to the west.  By 1700 they were blowing 20 k just off our nose.  Both of us were silently questioning this decision.  By 1830, we had finally tied up at the marina and made the decision we would explore tomorrow.  Tonight we both needed to sleep.  The multiple Discos that surrounded the marina had other ideas.  Music started about midnight and really cranked up around 0200.  I believe they ended around 0600.  In our lack of sleep induced fog we stumbled about the town and quickly decided we would head back across the Med in the morning.  As we dropped our mooring lines at 0445 the next morning, the discos were still rocking.

July 1
Back in Cartagena at 0930.   Ostinato is now exempt from VAT for another 18 months.

Our hope was to rest up and then begin a leisurely sail NW until we were close enough to do a day sail over to the Spanish island of Ibiza. The evening and morning ritual of checking the weather to go east began immediately.  We wanted 4 days of westerlies.  The most we could get was 2.  Soooo what are you going to do?  Go to Ireland!  We will certainly miss Europe's cheap airlines.  Apparently, our high pressure system we have been waiting for has been hanging out in Ireland.  Skies were clear and temps in the 80s all week.  Spent a few days seeing sights in Northern Ireland like the Giants Causeway and Rathlin Island to see the Puffin rookery there.   The best part was spending time with Jerry and Brid at their beautiful home in Cork and exploring the Irish countryside.  We first met Jerry in Baltimore when we crossed over to Ireland in 2012.
Giants Causeway in Northern Ireland
Puffins waiting for their babies


July 18
It's finally time to leave.  We did not get our four day window. Two and a half will have to do.  We are both so ready.  The boat is ready, fuel and water tanks have been topped up, laundry finished and the fridge is full.  One last stroll up the main street tonight to say a proper goodbye.


Heading to Cartegena




August 28, 2017
A little walking, a little climbing

Maybe we should be down there in the boat!
King decided he wanted to go to the Pyrenees Mountains.  King is not a walker so hiking was beyond my imagination. I'm envisioning a drive-by and having a very difficult time getting excited.  His argument of "We will never be so close" was not swaying me. A 3 hrs drive there and another 3 hrs back.......I don't think so.  "What do you want to do in the Pyrenees?" bought a response of "anything you want dear".    After much research, I gave him the option of visiting a roman era town and then taking a gondola up the mountain to have a picnic lunch or a hike through the Mont Rebei Gorge.  The man who hates to walk almost as much as I hate to drive, chose the gorge!  Trish and Dave from SY Rob Roy arrived in Port de Badalona Marina as we planned the trip and immediately signed on for the adventure.  We all dug out our hiking boots, filled backpacks with lots of snacks and headed to the train station where we would pick up our appropriate mountain hiking car.  After several hours wait and still a car did not appear, they gave us a Mercedes Benz.  Very nice but not exactly the rugged persona we were thinking of......oh well.  Off we went to the mountains. The plan was to get an early start the next morning before the days heat set in but an 0800 breakfast was the best we could negotiate at our hotel.  King and I arrived at 8 am sharp to find Trish and Dave already camped out in the breakfast room.....alone, without coffee.  We didn't realize that 0800 meant what time the cook would leave her house.....it was another 20 minutes until she waltzed across the doorstep.  She began a stream of dishes and breads to keep us quiet but only after a 2nd more forceful request did she understand that coffee was most critical.  We finally rolled away from the table 30 minutes later and fell into the car for the 45 minute drive from the hotel into the canyon.  The gorge reaches 500 meters or about 1640 feet vertically and is about 20 meters or 65 feet across.  The Noguera Ribagorcana river runs below.   I could provide a string of adjectives but they would not come close to the experience so I'll include a few more pics than usual.  I'll just say "Wowzer!!!"   And for the record, King hiked 80% of the trail....and back.  Note from the editor:  Not too bad except he pulled a muscle so the next time he be willing to hike is anyone's guess
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The crew from Rob Roy
Jaw dropping!

Entering the gorge



Time to replenish


The hike through the gorge is one of the highlights of our trip.  No hand holds was a bit scary!

Where there were handholds everyone grabs on


September 3

After Barcelona and the Gorge trip, we were both ready to change our focus to land travel.  It was time to head south to Cartagena where we would crochet Ostinato to the dock, pack our suitcases and head toward places that were more easily reached by planes or trains.  Trish and Dave from Rob Roy and Linda and ........ our Canadian marina neighbors were out on the docks early for goodbye hugs. All went well until I untied the forward lazy line on the starboard side.  It had somehow gotten itself wrapped around the mid cleat and as we move forward the line swept under the boat and firmly wrapped itself around the prop.  Nothing like a bit
A long, hot wait for the bus
of drama to start the day.   King rapidly threw on his swim suit and went for a swim, untangling us quickly but also learning the prop was full of barnacles, so it was probably a good thing....right?  We waved good-bye once again an hour later and this time, without further embarrassment, we were off.  A short 40 mile run down the coast to the small beach town Roda de Bara.  The marina is surrounded by upscale holiday homes, slips were inexpensive, clean and the marina was half empty.  We quickly learned the downside, public transportation was not as friendly as we have become accustom.  The bus was a 30 minute walk and ran only once an hour, and then only part of the day.  If you missed it, it was a looooong wait.  The train was best reached by a 10 euro taxi ride.  You could take the train to Barcelona or south to Alicante. 


Knights Templars castle on the coast in Puerto de Peniscola
From Port Bara we sailed for 12 hours to an anchorage near Ebro Delta South.  As we entered the protected water, we were elated to see a number of sailboats at anchor.  It had been a long while since we had not been tied up in a marina over night.  Our happiness faded as the sun began to set and boats began to haul up their anchors and head for shore.  Ostinato spent the night with only one other boat at anchor.  You always wonder....do they know something we don't?  A few hours later, the wind changed from the south to the north and what had been a calm, peaceful evening turned into anchor hell.  King set the anchor alarm before we slipped into bed.   Next stop, Valencia, home of the Holy Grail.....maybe?  On the way there, we did a drive-by of Puerto de Peniscola which boasts an impressive Knights Templars castle located right on the coastline and again makes me realize we have few cities with original names.  We didn't stop but got a few shots of the castle.

The Holy Grail in Valencia.....who knew?
Valencia is the 3rd largest city in Spain and it has a marina to match.  The 2007 America's Cup was held there.   We followed the marinara to our appointed slip and prepared to med moor.  By this time of year, we are pretty relaxed about this tie up from hell but this was to be different.  Port side set like a breeze, starboard line was handed over but quickly ended at about 5 feet.  Someone had cut the line.  A new slip would be in order.  Needless to say, the second docking was less to be proud of. Plenty to keep us entertained about Valencia. Cathedral's, reputed to house the Holy Grail, World Heritage buildings, art galleries, and covered markets.  It was a good place to wait to learn the out come of hurricane Irma.  Irma had already hit Trish and Dave's home in St. John's and was now reportedly heading toward ours in North Florida.  Have I mentioned we have the best house sitters in the world!  While not everyone in Florida was so fortunate, it was thankfully a miss for us.

The next few days were spent day hopping down the coast.  The eastern coast of Spain does not boast many anchorages to entice you to stay.  While not in a hurry, we were both ready for a new type of travel. We departed Santa Palo at 8:15 a.m. and after a 7 hour motor sail,

Cartagena's port is city front and a great place for walking


......and riding bikes



Every year the Cathaginians fight the Romans.  The Romans always win!

The costumes are well done and what a party! 

Cartagena Jazz Festival happens every November

"The boys" taking a break to listen to Jazz


Plenty of ruins near by to explore


Ready for a rest and some land cruising!