The forecast was for south-westerly winds turning north-west.
To take advantage of the southerlies on our way to Cape Finisterre we decided to leave in the morning. As today was Alex’s last day with us, we said farewell and were sad to see him leave.
We motored out of the harbor, set sails, rounded the long sea wall under pretty impressive dark clouds (with only a few sprinkles here and there) and sailed past the famous Torre de Hercules. The initially light wind picked up quickly and we enjoyed the very long swell that gently lifted us up by about 6-8 feet and dropped us down again (quick fun fact -we therefore went up a total of 36,000 feet that day – which is roughly twice the elevation of Mt Kilimanjaro). We all enjoyed this very soothing motion (and could tell we had our sea legs back when going back ashore for dinner).
Rounding the first corner, dolphins and birds were hitting the water quite hard, lots of fish made for an interesting sight. When the clouds disappeared and the wind turned to the NW we started to see whales and sharks here and there.
A typical Spanish meal (with lots of ham, chorizos, bread and cheese) put the icing on the cake.
We caught up on veggies in the late afternoon when the wind slowly died, motored-sailed for two more hours and tied up in Camarinas, a beautiful fishing town.
The burning grill on the street guided us to our dinner destination where we enjoyed extremely fresh and very well prepared seafood.
Facilities are good and internet speed even better than in A Coruna (we even had LTE and 3G during our entire sail).
In Norway we were initially doubtful that buying the power-cord extension was a good investment – by now we have been using it at just about every harbor.
Now back to our blog post title:
We had tied up at the marina, plugged in the power-cord, confirmed all was working and went to dinner in town.
Coming back, we were surprised that we had no power anymore and none of our equipment was charged. Our new french neighbors had unplugged our power-cord to their own advantage and happily filled their own batteries now…
No big deal, we found another outlet further down the pontoon and had a great time with some of the Monty Python lyrics.
Our neighbors just rubbed us the wrong way as even when we met them, nobody felt it was necessary to explain or comment… (and luckily enough we met plenty of fellow countrymen that were extremely pleasant to talk to and share boating experiences with).
“I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.”
― Graham Chapman, Monty Python and the Holy Grail