Marina Rubicon
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Chris White and Jeanna Coleman
Fri 31 Dec 2010 14:56
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Position: 28:51.43N 013:49.01W
- Marina Rubicon, Lanzarote
Within minutes of disembarking at Marina Rubicon,
we could think of only one good reason to stay at Puerto Calero - actually, make
that two; firstly if your gauge says you're out of fuel (even though it turned
out we had over 60l left!) and Puerto Calero is closer, and secondly if Marina
Rubicon is full. Marina Rubicon is bigger, and as it borders a
large resort there's plenty to see and do. A beautiful stretch of
white sand, a long promenade to walk or cycle along, plenty of choice of
restaurants and bars, and a bit of atmosphere. Oh, and it's €8 a night
cheaper than the other place which we certainly weren't expecting. Yes,
it's very touristy, and somewhat tacky in parts, but better that than there
being absolutely nothing around but a small number of shops and restaurants
catering solely for rich yachties with more money than taste. (Please
note that we do not fall into that category, for reasons obvious to anyone who
has read our previous blogs).
We've been placed pretty centrally in the marina here which is
a first; we just step off our pontoon and take our pick of
water-front restaurants. In Lagos and Puerto Calero we were as far away
from the action as you could get and I was beginning to get
paranoid. This is the first time in a marina that the marina's free wifi
has worked on the boat, which will save a fortune in unwanted cups of coffee
just to get wifi elsewhere.
We've decided to stay here for at least two weeks; to fully
re-charge after the journey from the UK, to get some repairs done to the sails
and other bits and bobs, and to catch up with one of Chris's friends when he
returns from Christmas in the UK.
The only minor niggle so far is the bar over-looking
the reception pontoon on arrival, which is probably an ideal opportunity
for more experienced sailors to show off their skills. But, when it's
the first time you've come alongside with just you handling the ropes, the
last thing you need is an audience - never mind a bar full of gawpers
- waiting for you to cock up. And cock up I did. The rope
got snagged around the gate stanchion when I stepped ashore and it bent a
little bit before I realised my mistake. I'm not sure which expletives I
used, but I do know that everyone in the bar is aware that "it's not rocket
science" and what my response to that was. I'm sure they've heard
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