What a night!
Chiscos - Atlantic Cruise
John Simpson
Tue 16 Aug 2011 16:28
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42:27.55n 08:54.69w
The Festival of San Roque at Vilagarcia turned out to be not
quite as traditional as we had thought. We ventured out for a walk at
about 11.30 pm to find that the entire youth population of Spain appeared to
have congregated in the town. Not only that but you were not one of the
in-crowd unless you were carrying a bottle of spirits (mostly whisky) and mixers
in a carrier bag or your drink of preference ready mixed in a two-litre plastic
bottle. It appears that binge drinking isn't limited to the UK after
all! We found a live band playing in one of the town streets and listened
to that until about 12.30 pm - the repetoire was a mixture of Eric Clapton and
Spanish Rock 'n' Roll, but the set began with 'Twist and Shout'. This time
we appeared to be the only people who knew the words!
We got back to the boat at about 1.30 am, where the expected
DJ playing by the Marina didn't appear to have arrived yet. There was a
real sense of anticipation in the air and still thousands of people milling
about but we had no idea what they were waiting for or even when it would
start. We went to bed about 2.00 am, still wondering. Finally, just
as it was getting light, the long awaited DJ struck up and we certainly knew
he'd arrived. The volume of the thumping beat was quite incredible as it
ricocheted round the bay. I like most music but I have to say that by
about 9.00 am I was beginning to appreciate how brainwashing can be
achieved! There were still thousands of people dancing but the mood
was not quite so pleasant in the morning. Several of the boats
moored close to the inshore edge of the Marina were covered in broken glass and
most of the plastic bottles of the night before were now floating in the
water. By mid-morning there was no sign of the party ending so we decided
to move on.
We had a lovely peaceful sail to an anchorage at San Vicente
de Mar, around the corner into the next Ria. As we left Vilagarcia, the
wind was a light NE breeze so John decided to try out the parasailor. It
took about half an hour to get the ropes all set up (John missed you, Regis!)
and we had just got the sail up when the wind died and filled in again from
completely the opposite direction! Such is life sailing in this
area! Half an hour later, the parasailor was down and packed away and we
had a great sail almost all the way to San Vicente.
Susan
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