Fai Tira in Camarinas 43:07.60N 9:10.96W
Fai Tira Blog Sunday
08/09/, Fai Tira in Camarinas
43:07.60N 9:10.96W Via satellite phone
tonight so no photo’s. Also means that the text
is going to be fairly short. Bit of an excuse really because, the truth of it
is, the day turned out fairly un-eventful. It started with the
earliest start for a long time, with a shout from Pete at 6am. We had planned a
number of sailing options. Our first choice was to end the day on a mooring in
the marina at Camarinas. The others being, perhaps a stop in Laxe, it looked
attractive and would be used as a bolt hole if the weather was difficult and
progress slow. We also thought that we might stop at Muxia, at the mouth of the
Ria De Camarinas, It also seemed a good option, as the pilotage book described
it favourably, giving the impression of a fairly old and quant fishing harbour,
with good anchorage and a certain charm, that always sounds
attractive. Anyway our early rise
also equated to an early start. Most preparation had been completed the night
before, so bleary eyed, a bit chilly and fairly damp from the overnight due we
set off. The forecast predicted winds in our favour, but light. Well just how
light became clearer pretty soon. As we parted, the mist
over the town gave some of the buildings an eerie presence, as they drifted in
and out of view. Even the old light house, high on the hill, was partially
obscured. As we rounded the head land we were also treated to a glimpse of the
sun as it struggled to shake off the covering of haze and reflect its’ diluted
light off an almost flat sea, as it rose over the hilly backdrop, picking out
the silhouette of an accompanying yacht, as it travelled out with
us. Then it got foggy, very
foggy. Everything disappeared, and whatever wind we had also vanished and that
was about it really. The radar and AIS were both on, so was the engine. And
that’s just about how it stayed. While we stood there eyes peeled getting wetter
and colder, but a t least we were moving well and 6 knots meant our favoured
destination was on. The big event was that
Pete caught his supper, a mackerel, must have weighed all of 4
ozs. Towards mid afternoon we
were actually treated to the chance of a sail as the fog cleared, but just as we
were settling down to some peace, the wind died, so it was back to power
again. We entered the mouth of
the river at about 6pm, took a quick look at Muxia, decided that the guides
hadn’t got it quite right and headed for Camarinas and found a very welcoming
reception at the marina. A quick chat to some
other fellow travellers, a stroll round the town, back to the boat for a meal (
the other big event being my vegi stir fry!! Keeps getting better ) That’s the
sort of day it was. Then
bed!! Camarinas is located on the Costa da Morte (Deadly
Coast) of which part we travelled along in thick fog. The fishing village is known for it’s
beaded lace making and is mainly done by the young girls. There is a large
fishing fleet that operates from here also. The lighthouse is very
prominent on the headland and is close to the English Cementary where we hope to
visit tomorrow on the bikes.
Bye for now.
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