Fai Tira Blog Sunday 13/09  AM

Fai Tira in Sta Uxia De Riveira  travelling to Cabo Cruz 42:36.79N 8:53.06W

Another late start today, must say I’m starting to like them, suppose the danger is there’s a chance that it’s something that we might both get used to!!

With a few days to spare before we needed to be in Virgo, for the stay sail repair, we had a few options open to us. We thought that huge Ria that we were in, gave us all the opportunity we needed, and decided to go about seven miles further up to the small fishing village of Puerto de Cruz.

Again we set off in fog, more temperature and visibility contrasts, we’ll be experts soon!

We arrived, after skilful negotiation of lines of fishing rafts ( loads of them in the Ria ) And dropped anchor in the tranquil South Bay at about 1.30pm.

                        Isolated Tranquillity                                                              Cabo Cruz's version of the Boat Float                                                  Big Wooden Boat

The second part of to-days plan, was to end up on anchor at the island, Isla Salvori,, so we reckoned we had about three hours, before needing to leave. Should give us loads of time to explore, what seemed a really sleepy place. It was now very calm and warm and only a short row to the small stone harbour.

We were right, very quite!!

                          Sleepy Sunday Street                                                                    I think we need a drink                                                                     Just resting.

The beeches deserted and shops and bars closed apart from one.

The harbour looked interesting though, crammed with wooden fishing boats and probably bustles during the week.

Inevitably we ended back at the one open bar. It was showing the F1 GP on tele, so that was the next 45 minutes taken care of.

One of a group of local guys, who had been, immersed in what seemed light hearted conversation, and who was also by now well lubricated, asked how Alonso had done. It was obvious, from our vague response, that we didn’t understand. Once he realised we were English he was all over us, his mate and father as well. It was great. They spoke little English, and us almost no Spanish. They insisted on buying us another beer, and a great 45 minutes followed. Amazing what you can learn by sign language, a bit of drawing and a lot of hand gestures.

Priceless!!!

Please see part 2.