Portosin
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Wed 6 Aug 2008 15:33
We finally left Camarinas at ten
o'clock on Saturday the second of August.
The first thing we noticed was our
stowaway, he had been snoozing on one of the fenders. Bear must have made him
travel very fast through the air as he hauled the fender into the cockpit. To
let him get over the shock and by way of apology, Bear put him in the washing up
bowl and I gave him a bit of my spam fishing bait. He tucked in and we released
him before we left the bay. Bear with the very infamous Finisterre behind him
and some nice scenery on route. There was not much wind ( I am NOT about to complain after the last lot )
so we motor-sailed. I really loved the huge but gentle Atlantic swell and as we
moved south the sea took on a beautiful shade of blue, rather than the cold
looking green. A couple of Dolphins came to take stock, one jumped really high
out of the water, again I promised tinned salmon if he would do it again and let
me take a picture, but alas, they were on a fishing trip. The next thing we saw
was literally hundreds of jellyfish from the size of a tennis ball that were
pure white, to the size of a cushion with dark rings, like the air filter off a
Ford Cortina with dangly stingy things. They floated in great long
family units around twelve feet long. We know they are eaten by turtles in warm
climes but what use are they in these cold waters??
Skippers eye view of the Ria as we
entered, the first real look at Portosin and the hillside behind. Very different
scenery and obviously more affluent. We arrived at eighteen forty five, in the
middle of a sardine festival put on by the fishermen which meant three days hard
partying. A lorry made a makeshift stage for the continual back to back bands, I
think they borrowed the bass speakers from The Rolling Stones. A funfair
was in the playground, screaming from the roller-coaster was awesome.
Everyone got free BBQ sardines, bread and beer. Bear had only gone to log
us in and he came back with his supper in hand, saying the chap at the
office told him to come back tomorrow as he was too busy partying. I made him
eat his fish in the cockpit so the boat didn't take on the Billingsgate aroma.
At four thirty in the morning I recognised the opening guitar riff by Guns
and Roses, sadly he didn't know the ending, but boy, did he give it a ruddy good
try. Every half an hour or so they let off bangers and rockets, you could feel
the sonic boom of the bangers. Every time I thought "surely that's it" no, more
and more. The festival fell away by Sunday evening with everyone, yachties alike
looking the worse for wear, me from lack of sleep. Needless to say skipper
slept, nay I have to be honest - snored like a walrus, through it all. Next
day he did a beach clearing exercise with his snoring. I just read and hoped the
locals were not too offended.
COMMENT.
Bear sat up on the beach and pointed out a youngish lady with a huge snitzel,
aka a huge belly. I said she was entitled as she was indeed eight and a half
months pregnant !!!!!!!! So glad he's retired.!!!!!!!!
A nice shot of the marina as the sun went down.
Sunday evening and I was taken on our first date together since leaving home to
celebrate two months as sea gypsies. Then skipper puts his starter ( octopus
complete with sucky things ) in his mouth. I remember when pizza first came to
the UK and my dad said "people who eat that 'sort of smelly stuff' should go do
it in the garden shed" I totally agreed when the smell swept over me and I
watched with horror the amount of cutting and chewing involved. My answer
was a little sharp when he offered me a fork full.
I survived the evening to take this
picture. All in all a really nice few days on the beach, our outing to Santiago
and meeting up with Karl and Karen on Taygete (met in Camarinas) and quite by
chance being on all the same buses on our day out.
Having met several men only boats I was
curious as to how they got domestic approval to go off for a few weeks of boys
fun in the sun. So I asked John, shipmate of Miles, (again met in Camarinas
and Portosin). His answer has certainly become our favourite comment since we
have been away "Revenge for her
bridge"
We leave in the morning after fuelling
up ( the first since St Peter Port ) to go to Porto Novo, up the next
Ria.
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