MULLETS and BUOYS

......I am, one of these days, gonna go around one of our many ports of call with my camera and snap some Spanish Boys Mullets, the hairdo, not the fish. They are quite incredible. In the meantime, here are some Spanish Mullets, the fish, not the Spanish Boys hairdos. And also a piccy for you of a Spanish Buoy! A Spanish Western Cardinal Buoy, This one is telling The Doc and I to stay West of the rocks in the Bay of Baiona (Bayona). It's beautiful here, Islands offshore are home to bird sanctuaries and deserted beaches. After the saga in Portosin we are a tad fed up with marinas so we're gonna anchor off some of these beaches once we have aquired the necessary licences required to visit the nature reserves. There is so much to checkout in this town before departing. It is a pity I am in a shabby 'Irish Bar' (why? why? why? does a Guinness tap change a bars Nationality?????) Blogging.

Christopher Columbus was docked here in His faithful boat 'THE PINTO' there is a replica of it moored up a couple of hundred yards from where we are - photos to follow. Also the original castle ramparts still dominate the towns headland. Baiona dates way back, a historic nautical town indeed, local sailors took a measly 3 years to circumnavigate the globe from here in 1519, a far cry from the luxurious conditions that I find myself in, Skirvy? No Thanx.

Luxury indeed, Just before the departure from Portosin, The Doc had a couple of friends over from Southampton so we had a leisurely day sail around the bay, Dolphins galore! Blue skies, Bright sunshine, I couldn't resist the impulsion to dive in the deep blue sea to swim with Our flippered friends, I dived in, they fucked off! Next time maybe. still a first in my book, The first time that I nearly swam with Dolphins. It was still an adrenaline rush of trepidation as to whether or not those fins I could see just over there would be just over here in a moment. Still it was so nice just to have a swim in the sea, with a pod of dolphins to my right and a yacht to my left. In the famed words of Mr Paul Daniels, Now That's Magic! not that Mr Paul Daniels IS Magic, It's an illusion, sleight of hand see, sorry but I had to point that out.



Onwards! After the pleasures of sunshine on our backs we set sail for the next leg south, on to Portonova. A truly wonderful sail, 8 knots from 'The Lady Fisher'. The Doc is teaching Multimedia Texas Nautical Pete , 'WE' are sailing 'The Lady Fisher' well!!!
Sunday arrival, PortoNova was shut. Fiesta on Monday, PortoNova was shut! not much to write home about really, long sandy beaches, crystal clear waters, boring! town was shit, sorry, shut. Time to carry on south.

Another fine sailing day, a lesser wind than the previous day but obtaining 5 knots from 9 knots of wind is pretty good going. We are gaining more confidence to sail narrower passages, more skillful pilotage.
There are of course always incidents, Tourist Ferries deciding to head straight for us for the passengers to shout and wave 'coooweee'!!!!!! whilst The Doc and I stick our fingers up and shout at the ferry captain to get the fuck off our course. I won't go into what sailing rules the ferry captain was breaking, sufficient to say 'lots of them' ,,,,, Tosser.
After the Customs ramming episode and the Captain Tossers 'flyby' I am convinced that this coastline is not called 'The Coast of Death' because of it's rocky nature but because Spanish Marineros are utter dicks.

I have just worked out that I can 'cut and paste' my journals from notepad, meaning I can write on the boat without an internet connection and insert them to this very blog when I am lucky enough to be sat in a shit 'Irish Bar' blaring out crap Europop.
This meaning of course, my future memoirs will be fresher, funnier, fruitier, faster and far more factual than this regurgatated rubbish that you, my loyal beneficiaries have been subjected to so far.

Until next time, Take it easy on yourselves.

Yours forever,

Multimedia Texas Nautical Pete. x