Angra dos Reis Marina Clube
Miss Bossy
Fabi & Scott
Fri 26 Mar 2010 21:34
After a second night in Saco de Ceu, revelling in the clear waters, and
feeding the mosquitoes at the local restaurant, we said farewell to Mina2
and headed for Angra to pick up Bruno, Jana and their two kids.
After a few aborted attempts to find the Marina we had arranged to stay at,
a phone call saw a runabout emerge from a mooring field which we than
followed for one of the most convoluted entrances we have made to date.
Naturally Brazilians seem to lay out mooring fields in much the same way
they approach parking cars. The hazard warning lights on cars in Brazil are
never used to warn of hazards, but are universally re-labelled as 'I'm
parking here'. Thank God we have a catamaran with the ability to put one
engine in forward gear and the other engine in reverse, as the approach
called for a number of 270 degree turns within our own boat length just to
get near the pontoons. Luckily, our resident boat parker is a Brasileira, so
that which seemed like a maze created by a twisted Brazilian equivalent of
Salvador Dali, was completed effortlessly by Fabi, the master berther.
That's my girl!
However, we finally made it. Had a wonderful lunch at the Club's restaurant,
then I got to stand back as Fabi went into 'Arriving Guest' mode. This is
the nautical equivalent to Defcon 2, but by our guests expected arrival
time, all was shipshape and Bristol ,fashion.
Having driven with Bruno before, we were unsurprised, and already in the
bar, when he called to let us know the 'traffic was bad' and he'd be
arriving some time after the bar would close. By midnight, we had everyone
situated, and were ready for an early start.
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