Trip Update - 7th October 2008 Porto Santo
Position: 33:03:73N
16:18:96W
Porto Santo,
Some pictures from the crossing from
A rolly
ride
Big waves and wet
decks
Jemima having a daytime
sleep
Emilia watching a DVD in the cockpit
We spent a few days in Porto Santo,
not doing a great deal except for recovering from the lack of sleep and
luxuriating in the comfort of having the boat tied securely to something
immovable.
Porto Santo really is a lump of rock
in the middle of the ocean. It is only 8km long, and has a sandy beach
stretching the full length of one side of the island, ending in the Nato-built
harbour at the North end. I think
this was a reserve harbour, whatever that means – I assume they used it as a
refueling station rather than a missile base.
You really feel like you are very
isolated from everything and whilst there is obviously no shortage of money on
the island, it feels like one of those places where they only get contact with
the mainland once a week. I am sure
it is nothing like as bad as this, but that’s how it felt. I like it! The main town is tiny; it’s main claim
to fame being a house that Christopher Columbus once owned. It is 2km from the port to the town
along the beach, which makes for quite a hot walk – temperatures are certainly
higher here than in
Porto Santo, with
View North from
There are probably 20 or 30 or so
foreign yachts in the harbour, a mix of nationalities with mainly Dutch,
Norwegian & French with one or two English boats. We have met very few English boats doing
a similar thing to us – we’ve seen a few charter-types with lots of very keen
people aboard, but only one family (that was “Starblazer” back in the Rias) so
it is a bit disappointing to think that the Brits don’t have as much “get up
& go” as our European cousins.
We will do our best to fly the flag! We met a few people we have met before,
such as “Balu”, a Northern Irish yacht painted emerald green, and an interesting
couple called Anthony & Celia on an Oyster 43 who came over for drinks.
In talking to people who crossed at
a similar time to us, the consensus is that it was actually quite rough. Almost every boat we spoke to had had
some seasickness and many appeared to find it quite tough, especially in terms
of finding a sail combination that worked.
Those boats with kids who had not already elected to fly the kids for the
Transat itself were certainly doing some thinking about whether to sail with
them or book some flights. For
ourselves, we are quite glad that we have made the decision to fly the girls
over, and we’re also quite pleased with how we fared on the crossing
itself. Things like cooking up
meals in advance (and having leftover Indian takeaways!) to eat on the first
couple of days is really helpful.
The hard standing at Porto Santo was
full of racing yachts, and it turned out to be a large fleet of French yachts
who are taking part in the Trans-Quadra race, which I had never heard of. On talking to one of the competitors who
was next to us in the marina, it is a single- or double-handed race from
Looking towards the harbour from the
road into town
View towards town and the other end
of the island
Yacht murals on the harbour wall at