Today is the beginning of our next leg, Portugal to Canary Islands (via Madeira), and it was blowing quite a bit in the anchorage (enough to make us nervous and work out various options to safely make it into the harbor).
Just like last time – after a long debate, we were lucky again as the stiff northerly breeze turned 180 degrees and calmed down (what are the chances?) We had picked up Steve at the yacht club just in time to motor in and tie up at the pontoon in very calm conditions.
And then it was like Christmas again – Peter brought all the goodies from the US we were waiting for to continue our boat work. We replaced the fresh water pump and the entire hose system attached to it, while Steve and Frankie installed the whisker pole brackets on the mast (yes, we let the two jet legged newcomers drill holes into the new mast…).
Ulf went for a jog.
After Bjoern arrived, we had our welcome drinks in the cockpit (with Linda’s present to Peter, a fresh bottle of Jameson), the wind picked up and we went to town for our first crew dinner.
Overall a very successful day…
And now to our title – Peter’s boss, Steve, a regular follower of the blog fondly tells co-workers of how Peter did a transatlantic crossing in a canoe. While Tioga is no canoe it is certainly larger than the kayak Steve rides. He often complains about the rough waters on the lake that he paddles on.
Steve, Peter is back on the canoe again and very happy 😉
After our very rewarding first day in Lisbon, we finally managed to get a second one. While it clearly takes a lot more to really get to know Lisbon, we believe we got a good first impression of what this amazing city has to offer.
It all started in the morning when Jan, our Finnish sailor-friend, came over for a late breakfast. Ulf and Philip had taken care of the urgent work items early in the morning and were ready to sneak into the marina showers to clean up – before combining work with pleasure.
We took the train to Lisbon and went from one interesting site to the next, took care of more important work when needed and learned a lot more about Jan, the Finnish culture and how quickly he got into sailing (he bought his boat 3 years ago, quickly learned how to sail and now had managed to sail single-handedly all the way from Finnland to Spain!!).
We ticked a few more UNESCO world heritage site boxes as well (after Porto’s old town and the Torre de Hercules before in A Coruna) by visiting the Torre de Belém (a historic tower at the river Tagus) and Mosteiro dos Jerónimos (an impressive monestry that among other things is the home of Vasco da Gama‘s tomb (the Portuguese explorer and first European to reach India by sea)).
We were also quite lucky that Salt of Portugal liked one of our earlier posts. We were curious about who they were and very positively surprised by their blog and wished to have come across it earlier. Have a look at their really nice wordpress blog – very good quality.
We followed up and went to two places they recently wrote about:
Bairro do Avillez to have a late lunch and after that to Manteigaria for desert and were very happy that we did.
Bairro do Avillez had an outstanding atmosphere and very high qualiy food, while Manteigaria cleary made the best Pastéis de Nata in Lisbon.
A walk through downtown to the Praça do Comércio and a joint dinner on the boat with Jan rounded of our day.
While business work and sightseeing were our main focus over the last few days, we will change gears tomorrow to get more boat work done as we getting ready for the sail to Madeira.
Today we reached the end of a fantastic leg and with that unfortunately had to say good-bye to Marc (this morning at 6am after moving Tioga back to the blocked of fireworks area) and Max (tonight at 10pm after our dinner at the Italian-Indian restaurant we found so strange we had to try out).
We initially meant to combine a work day with some more sightseeing in Lisbon, but then decided to stay in Cascais, rent some bikes and check out the coastline around Guincho (the local surf spot).
The look and feel of the area changed significantly the more we made it around the corner to the north and we had to push the pedals quite a bit to make it against the decent breeze and uphill to the western-most point of continental Europe, Cabo da Roca.
On the way back to the boat, we met Jan (the single-handed sailor from Finland that we had seen in A Coruna already) and enjoyed listening to all the adventures he had already experienced (and very happy to have a few more than one as crew on our legs).
Today was a slow and relaxing day.
We stayed in Cascais, got some work done, did laundry, scoped out the supermercado (they do deliver – which is important for our planned shopping spree on Thursday before we leave to Madeira), picked up the not repaired gennaker (and took measurement to potentially find a used replacement online), watched the very impressive J-Class Endeavour tie up in the marina – always quite a sight when the mast length of the tallest mast in the harbor doubles…
We also made a first connection with the Clube Naval de Cascais where Ulf and Philip are planning to work from for the next couple of days (and change burgees with) (they are the first yacht club that has optimists made out of aluminum we came across).
We had spent about 30min debating various ways to get Tioga out of her slip against the gusty northerly and were positively surprised that the wind had not only calmed down significantly but also turned 180 degrees – making for a very smooth departure – lots of noise about nothing and quite a relief for us (and better than the other way around).
We then left the marina and anchored just outside of it – to learn that we had to move due to the local fireworks.
Moving half a mile further down the coast positioned us well to watch the show and enjoy Ulf’s first pulpo dinner – and what it dinner it was, we want more, a lot more…
Maybe the day wasn’t as slow as it seemed…
The day started with the obligatory drone flight and some work. We were quite impressed by Cascais last night already and got to see more of this beautiful summer resort town on our way to the train station. Walking past the Clube Naval de Cascais we got a feel for how active the local sailing community is (SB20 worlds, ORC regattas, dragon racing all going on at the same time – it would also later be the reason why North Sails would not be able to find capacity to fix our gennaker before our departure – we are now in touch with a sailmaker on Lanzarote).
The train to Lisbon runs roughly every 20 min and takes just over 30 min to downtown Lisbon.
Similar to Porto, we came across many beautiful houses and steep roads. Overall, Lisbon felt larger and more polished/wealthier. There were lots of tiled houses, castles, cathedrals and many picturesque squares, shopping streets and tempting restaurants, cafes and bars – and also lots of cool/modern elements. We took the ride down the Santa Justa lift, walked the lower streets of the Baixa (where we had a quick lunch) and found our way up to the castle. What a view!! Clearly worth a visit.
We came across lots of references to Fado, the typical local Portugese music, rode the tram a couple of times and walked the narrow winding streets of Alfama (the oldest district of Lisbon) as well as Mouraria, or Moorish quarter, which is one of the most traditional neighborhoods of Lisbon.
An outside dinner in one of the small side streets rounded off the impressive first visit to a fantastic city.
The high numbers of photos is trying to reflect the sensory overload we experienced during this amazing visit. We will come back for more!
We had a nice sail through the night. Although our gennaker had exploded yesterday, we still made good speed and zig-zagged around our rumb line (the wind was too northerly to sail straight to the next waypoint) towards Cascais (on the outskirts of Lisbon).
Except for one jibe we had to make to avoid a close encounter with a freighter at 4am, it was generally an uneventful sail.
It was interesting to see how the water depth changed quickly from 100s of feet to 1000s and back again.
When the wind died down, we started the engine to move on. As the water got shallower, we saw dolphins again and the sun came out when we rounded the cape towards Lisbon.
Cascais turned out to be a very nice place that is packed with people until late at night. The marina is very large and international (we have French, Swedish, German, American and Australian neighbors) and hosts a lot of remarkable yachts.
Our late night dinner in town exposed us to yet new versions of Iberian food, more live music and other entertainment.
Today was everything but a steady day; starting off on wonky legs after yesterdays extensive port wine sampling, we marched back to Chirchill’s Caves- the port winery we, disappointingly, found closed yesterday evening. Pablo, our guide for the tour, took a lot of time guiding us not only through the solemn halls of the site, but also the rich sensations of the selected wines. Pablo obviously did a good job, seeing us leave the property with a range of their favorites and behind our planned schedule.
Leaving the Douro river we found ourselves veiled in thick fog again, wind blowing steadily in our backs, allowing us to bring out the genaker. The next few hours were dominated by high waves but generally good cruising conditions until suddenly the genaker tore. Luckily, after some minutes of tension, we were able to pack up its remains and, unfurling the genua, continue our journey south.
The evening bore another highlight, when Mark, our sealegged caretaker legend, served an awesome dish of lamb and beans. Yum!