15th to 17th June - Those ominous words
The decision to go to Motril was a last minute change as the marina there would confirm a reservation, so I could arrange to have a GPS antenna for the AIS to be sent out to us from the UK. No-one had heard of Motril before, it is the capital of the equally unfamiliar Costa Tropical, but the small marina is ranked number one in Andalusia.
While we have some long passages ahead, this one would be our
last overnight passage until the Bay of Biscay.
It started well with our first opportunity to have a decent sail. In 12 knots of wind and with all three sails
up, we managed 8 knots of boat speed.
A decent sail at last |
All three sails up |
Unfortunately, some tensions resurfaced on this leg as one unnamed crew member who had initially shown promise, relapsed into his former behaviour of showing little inclination to participate in domestic chores, such as cooking, unless pushed. So, we were forced to introduce a cooking and clearing-up rota. This immediately yielded positive results when, for dinner, said individual transformed a couple of basic frozen pizzas into gourmet masterpieces with leftovers from the fridge.
This passage’s disaster struck shortly before dusk on the
second night when Greg headed to the loo pronouncing “I may be some time.” Emma and I looked at each other in concern
and sure enough, a short while later, Greg emerged and uttered those ominous
words “I think we have a problem.” I
shall spare you the graphic details, but Emma and Richard took refuge at the
front of the boat where some dolphins entertained them, while Greg undertook
the unpleasant task. Unfortunately, it
was not until the morning that all returned to normal when the blockage
miraculously cleared itself.
We arrived in Marina de Motril late morning and immediately discovered
why the marina is rated No.1. The location
is nothing special but Roberto, the very jolly owner, came out to meet us while
we were refuelling and proceeded to tell is all the things we could do during
our visit. He recommended a restaurant
for lunch and even called to book a table and pre-order a paella. We were then directed to moor on a hammerhead
which would make our early morning departure easier. We were even given the luxury of steps to get on and off
the boat.
Luxury of boarding steps |
There were a couple of hours before lunch and so I retrieved
the GPS antenna which, having been successfully installed, means that we will now
get decent reception without having to remove the sofa. Then it was off to lunch
which was excellent, at a proper local restaurant rather than the tourist restaurants
of Ibiza. A starter of tomato and avocados
was simple but delicious, followed by seafood
paella and then a local dessert. A toast
to Emms’s dad who would have been 90 today and very much enjoyed the paella we
cooked whenever he came to France.
Sleep deprived nights and two bottles of wine take their toll |
After two sleep deprived days, two bottles of wine and
several beers we all returned to the boat for a very, very long siesta.
I have heard of and been to Motril. A lovely town/City and port.
ReplyDeleteEnjoying following your journey. Must have been nice to switch the engine off at last. Hope you get more fair wind
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