28 Dec 2010

Life at anchor – it’s a sleepless night on a river.

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I headed out to Ferraguda on the 23rd of December and dropped my anchor a good 50m from the nearest floating obstacle, first night was fine, Christmas eve was a night I wished there was a santa… I will never forget it.

I slunk myself into slumber only to be woken at 03:00, I had no idea why … I just knew something was wrong. A quick look out the window told me the reason, the shore was a mere 10m away, it was high tide and the wind was blowing with the flood tide – those two forces in cohesion put so much strain on the anchor I had drifted a good 75m straight to the shore only to be saved by a mooring boy.

I knew I was fine but to make sure I turned the engine on. I was half asleep and the engine didn’t start, I was worried so went outside in the howling wind and rain to make my spare anchor ready. After bleeding the fuel line and still confused I stood back swore and realised the ‘Engine Stop’ was still open …….. w.h.a.t.a.w.a.l.l.y.  You pull the stop to stop the engine and push it in to start it it’s 101 but you forget these things as a ‘newb’.

With the engine started I felt much safer, if anything went wrong and I got any closer I would push away, I checked the tide table and knew the shit would truely hit the fan when the tide went out in the opposite direction of the wind … which would be in the next 30 minutes, I had 20m of chain and a boy between it, I could expect a swell and to ride the length of all the lose chain depending on whether the tide or wind won the resistance battle.

The picture above tells the story, I did not sleep as wind and water fought a battle I could do nothing about, they wove me round and round the buoy.

I must have passed the boy 10 times and I was out in full wet weather gear, with my lifejacket and clipped on trying to lassoo the bouy as I passed it to prevent me from moving so much, I had little luck. Travelling at 2 knots down the length of my chain was NOT fun, thank god I have an encapsulated keel because it would have wrapped round any other.

I had to get a diver out to retrieve the anchor … now that’s a story for another day. Diver versus a 3knot tide … in England that would be illegal and require massive backup … we threw him off the edge.

** that picture is a the GPS tracking my position while at anchor over a 5 hour period from 03:00 to 0800. The circle resulted as the tide was turning, the zig zag is the ebb tide fighting the wind with the bouy in the centre.

27 Dec 2010

The high seas, the taste of what’s to come!

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Well I have been on the water now for two weeks and hit the seas on every opportunity. The marina is full 200+ yachts when we said we were heading out past the break waters they looked at us like crazy idiots. You could hear the sea roaring 2 miles from the coast, the break water and beacons were invisible amidst the breaking waves … game on!

Mike who came to aid me on its first voyage into the deep after its refit was in full wet weather gear, I was still dashing about making sure everything was secure. As we tacked into the breakwaters the first wave to hit us swamped the cockpit drenching me, a quick change into full wet weather gear and we were in the midst of the chaos. The swell was 4 to 6 meters high and it was a confused sea – the waves were coming from all directions, I have never been seasick and hope never to be but I was green and swallowing both my bile and infront of Mike most definitely my pride.

We were fully reefed, this was sailing at its best, drenched and howling as the bow beat into the swell. I couldn’t go below, the motion was sickening .. I am going to have to swallow my pride and buy seasick pills, we were turning on all three axis not pleasant … even the fishermen did not go out in these seas.

A six hour trip lots of squalls amazing sailing, the contessa proved her sea worthiness yet again, she didn’t slam into the valleys of the waves as most yachts that sacrifice beam (width) for increased living space do, her tulip shaped hull penetrated them and obediently lifted her chin above the water before the crest. This was like no roller coaster I had been on and we were in control.

It was so rough we couldn’t turn (tack) unless timing it with the waves, and a contessa can normally turn on a dime. The contessa is a wet yacht and the bilge pump was running over time as water got in via crevices I have yet to discover, most notably however is the gas locker which was terribly designed to allow gas to escape via the transom but also allows water to coming rushing into the locker when on the port tack where the drain exits.

Since then we have been out a few times, the seas have been a lot more timid the wind still gale force with the sleet coming in at 90 degrees and again I am so glad to be out in the contessa, no production boat can deal with those conditions so comfortably. No slapping of hulls just very obediently closed hauled and nicely keeled over … no sea sickness. She sails like a dream!!

I would give any of my 10 fingers for a self tailing winch since hauling the genoa in is asking for any one of them, if you can’t haul in tight before passing the apex of the window it’s a tough winch.

Happy to be alive, happy to have tasted the salty tang of life and confident I can deal with it again. “You would be very unlucky to encounter these seas again” said Mike the skipper … I loved them and as long as my tiller pilot doesn’t pack up on me I would welcome them. Without a wind vane or tiller pilot I would be in despair.

I have yet to learn how to tack with the tiller pilot in those conditions, the only way I can do it is with the tiller between my knees and my hands ripping at the sheets and winch – what I would do for self tailing.

19 Dec 2010

Varnished teak or natural teak? American or Brit?

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I find it amusing how a society that is famous for it’s plastic breasts and perfect teeth is also the nation besotted by the appearance of their teak. They can polish their wood, I rather get mine wet.

I have a pretty teak toerail that if varnished would look spiffing against all the other colours and make marina gawpers quiver in awe. The cost of repairing the teak toerail is massive so I thought it would be best to protect it somehow and make it last a further 25 years. I set about doing some research and the results made all those wasted hours seem worth it.

I must have spent a week looking at options, everyone has a different opinion. One persons Cetol is another’s Epifanes both of which are rendered useless by Honey Teak and so the arguments goes on with lots of fancy pictures to back it all up and stories of woe as they all discover removing the products is a ball ache. Now curiously enough all these opinions and suggestions for oils / varnishes and epoxies all tend to come from US forums like cruiserforum, search a UK forum and they ALL agree ‘do nothing’.

Teak is naturally very resistant to weathering, it is supposed to go unprotected. When you reach for a hand rail it in tough conditions you want to hold on to it not marvel at it’s smooth honey like surface as you slip below the waves. If you varnish your toerail remember that all it takes is for water to get under the toerail to push the varnish off.

If you want to do anything to it, clean it with soapywater and soft brush or a scotch pad.

Wax on. Wax off!

18 Dec 2010

Pictures of the boat!

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Work in progress

The boat is actually ready to go in the water now. Hopefully all will go well on the 20th, which is launch day.

Sexy - gold trim mhm!

16 Dec 2010

Cat ate the Parrot.

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I struggle to find an excuse for the lack of a wooden leg or eye-patch but atleast I can blame the absence of a parrot on a cat.

I have seen quite a few people on boats with dogs and cats, considering adopting the local boat yard cat.

Great for keeping mice out and I can always kiss it’s ass when I run out of chapstick.

05 Dec 2010

Update – Aiming to leave Jan 2011

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Well smoke me a kipper, ruffle me a peasant and grab me a milkmaid for I shall be in for Christmas 🙁 I have avoided the Christmas red commonly unavoidably planted as you enter the shop by entering through the exit preferring the 2009 Burgundy red, however strangely once the latter red is consumed the former becomes all the more tolerable.

I hope to leave before then, but my parents have laid on a smattering of emotional blackmail that borders on choking. The boat will be in the water, I just can’t decide whether to sail around the med getting intimate with Maria or fly to the UK and sign up to the dole while I am there…. why not!

On a serious note, I haven’t touched anything that has a legal age requirement since leaving the UK. Will remain that way till the boat touches water again …. had to edit the rest out after my mum left a box of tissues next to my bed …. seriously!

So frustrating not being able to finish the boat simply because of rain.

On a side note I have discovered flossing – where have you been all my life, seriously Baz Luhrmann despite sounding like a spreadable product really is a Deity. Floss try it, every day, it’s so yummy … edible floss now there is an idea, I hate clearing up the pieces next to the sink.

Also sugar! Wow it’s amazing makes stuff, sweet, I am obviously making the right sounds when I eat it since mum is making cakes almost every day! Loving it at home but there is a reason I left home 10 years ago, need freedom!

Bloody weather.

05 Dec 2010

Old man Huffs n Puffs – mooring breaks

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My old man hasn’t been having much luck with his mooring, the first one was destroyed by an over zealous French man with penchant for chain, the second one was a little too light and resulted in the boat (a small Sunfast day sailor) drifting across the harbour and coming to a rest on the beach. So he borrowed the mooring next to his which was vacated by a 45′ only a few days earlier, on the first strong wind a chain link appears to have broken sending his boat careering to the other side of the harbour just before the rocks.

Luckily he doesn’t have a keel so there was no damage, if it had happened to any other boat or mine it would have ended up in tears.

03 Dec 2010

Packing Fudge

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Another job well done – the stuffing box now correctly packs the fudge like grease down the shaft instead of the engine room.Was fixed by finger tightening the bolts that compress the stuffing, terminology pfffft.

Stern tube fudge

Stern tube fudge

02 Dec 2010

Yarrrrgh.. Much to learn you still have! The people I have met.

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The sailing community is second to none for people eagre to lend a hand and all have an opinion which will contradict the next person you speak to. If you are easily swayed you would be a very lost individual, and as someone who is really learning the ropes of yacht maintenance and live-aboard sailing on the whole I lap up their advice and get very confused.

Some people are very passionate and refuse debate, a trait I am certain that is common amongst sailors who have but themselves to argue with on long voyages… quite looking forward to that :p Take wood for example, it’s a common morning occurance and I want to do something with my teak toe rail, I asked lots of people all suggested something different, most including the carpenters said “Do nothing, leave it natural” – you can’t have something beautiful and not give it a good polish I want others to admire it…  I am still looking for the right treatment.

On to the people and their stories:

People Dave


Dave, has been living aboard a 26′ wooden boat build by his father some 50 years ago. He helped me sail the boat from the buyer in Lisbon down to Portimao. A retired marketing exec who enjoys the slower pace of life in Portugal. Absolute legend!



Alan has two wooden boats in the same yard as me, can commonly be seen drinking and working on his boat from 10AM. Great guy, like many who have bought project boats regrets the day the thought entered his head.



John the local electrician and he found me the Contessa 32 in Lisbon. Boy can he talk, just have to make sure he is not charging you or you will be in for a surprise!



Peter the rigger, he is in great demand and helped me fit the inner forestay and completed a rigging survey. Has a little dog that pisses in his car, very cute though.



Canvas Mike, tought me all about sail trim, rough weather sailing and weather systems.

Lagos Homies

Lagos Homies

In Lagos there are about 30 yachts with families / couples waiting out the winter, they meet up once a week. One family have a web cam session with their children’s class room every Tuesday, being on a boat has to be the best education for a child. Been a great source of information, I got paper charts of the Atlantic and Carrib, fuel tanks and all sorts, they love helping out.

02 Dec 2010

Maintenance is expensive!! – crevice corrosion in the rudder stock ££££

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On the trip from Lisbon we identified a vibration in the prop at high RPM this was due to the bearing in the stern tube having about a mm of play. There was also a lot of grease at the point where the shaft enters the back of the engine room via the stern gland or as I like to call it the stuffing box, I was worried that the grease was not going down the shaft and leaking out of the stuffing box instead.

One simple fix ended up very costly. Quite frankly what happened made me feel very nauseous …

Stern gear

Stern gear

We dropped the rudder to get to the prop. The rudder stock had crevice corrosion which occurs due to lack of oxygen in that area. No problem they would split the rudder in half and make a new frame ….

Wet Rudder

Wet Rudder

They cut a panel out of the rudder and vinegar came poring out, acetic acid is the product of osmosis, it was sodden. It’s normal for rudders to get wet, but this was sodden / rotten and since it was 30 years old I thought it best to get the real thing from Jeremy Rodgers yard in the UK. I didn’t want anymore problems ……

So the rudder arrived, but it was too short, the pin in the rudder did not go into the heel plate. I called the JR boat yard and said I would manufacture a bearing, they said they do this on the new builds and apparantly that is where all the weight should be taken, the rudders weight should be on the skeg?!

Rudder HP on pin

Heel Plate on rudder pin

This is the heel plate that sits at the bottom of the boat / skeg and holds the rudder up, now on my last rudder all of the weight was taken on the bronze bearing in the cockpit.

To me, the picture on the left is not a surface you would want the weight of the rudder on, especially since by default that nylon bush wouldn’t be there. Nylon rubbing on a GRP painted surface – no thanks.

Rudder bronze bearing

Rudder bronze bearing

Now this is a surface I would happily have the weight of the rudder on, with this rudder the two surfaces don’t touch.

Not happy mounting the rudder until I find out what’s going on, every tom dick and pedro has their own opinion.

If I hadn’t dropped the rudder I would never have seen this and I might have been fine for a year or two, but by that same token it could have broken in 6 meter seas. Doesn’t make the costs any easier to bear.

21 Nov 2010

Quick update – pants!

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I would look with unadultarated disdain in the direction of the my neighbour as his shoes scuffed my fancy Italian silk trousers in the tightly packed tube, this wasn’t just a blemish my wife would have to obediantly scrub clean but a blot on my otherwise flawless image; curse this juvile youth with his ragged jeans and nonplaused vacant look…. Well I don’t think like that and quite frankly my appearance has never ranked any higher than the tops of my odd socks, however it is with some satisfaction that for the last three weeks I have been coming home caked in a mixture of epoxy, antifouling and paint.

I realise I haven’t posted much in the last few weeks been very busy, and without internet, so here goes a quick run down.

I was fined 255 Euro by the tards for having out of date fire extinguishers, see earlier post for details.

I have completed my VHF course, so I can now successfully insult people over the radio. Met an interesting couple there who are going cruising with their two children! Link to their site www.janerodenburg.com

Didn’t get sponsorship from TiaMaria!

I have also missed my leaving date of the 16th of November, it’s impossible to set a date, people don’t turn up / deliveries don’t arrive, you name it. Hopefully I will be departing on the 28th of November.

18 Nov 2010

How to fix your Volvo Penta 2002 water pump.

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I have a volvo 2GM20 with a massive 16hp of puff, it’s in good nick, even so it has been completely overhauled especially since it leaked as much water as I had to pump out.

Mine was spouting water, although not much of a concern it would get worse over time. I set about buying all the spares I needed to rebuild the water pumps components, the parts for the pump alone came to £250 then came the fun of removing and assembling it ….

Items Required

Items Required

Items required.

Insert Bearing

Insert the seal / bearing

Bearings shaft and locking seal

Bearings shaft and locking seal

Two bearings and a locking seal go into one end, use a socket set piece and a hydrolic press to get the two bearings onto the shaft first, then also using the hydrolic press push the shaft with the two bearings into the casing.


Pushing in the bearings

Nice wrist action - inserting the bearings

To get the bearings in you need a hydrolic press, Serj the local engineer who when not chasing tail or wrapping his car round lamp posts can fix / make anything.

Water pump mounted

Ready to roll, note the hand crank on the engine, I haven’t figured out how to use it yet.

01 Nov 2010

What to call the boat – not Marijuana!

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I am incapable of pronouncing the name of the yacht which really doesn’t bode well. Calling mayday while calling out the name of a class B drug probably won’t get me the attention I am looking for.

Sitting down with D and D over lunch they asked me what names I had thought of. Maria sprung straight into my mind, for two reasons both refer to first loves – both had amazing curves, both were high maintenance however the latter being made out of fibreglass would hopefully spare me the sinking feeling of the first.

‘Why not name it after your Sister?’ Hmmmm …… no, can’t call a boat Teresa, besides the way I refer to my boat would be inappropriate if it had my sisters name.

But Maria and Teresa could be merged to form an original name, Maria-Teresa, Maiesa, Teria …. or …. or …. the constituent part for one of the best drinks … ‘TiaMaria’. I might even be able to get sponsorship and spread Lebowski love all round the world, all dudes and dudettes will live happily in the warm glow of White Russians (the drink, not the skinny northeners).

31 Oct 2010

Real Food

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Fresh Veg

We easily forget the value of what we eat, we religiously buy the green tomatoes or treat ourselves to the red baubles that are ‘Supermarket’s Finest’ range. How lucky we are to have such a diverse selection of produce created for our ever demanding society, quick food for people on the go….. hah!

Aware that we are drifting off the path nature might have intended people buy carrots with mud on them because they appear more natural (they are actually the same) or spend extra on the new fad ‘organic’ food. Consumerism … shifting patterns … must stop .. blabbing ..

Anyhow, where I am staying there is a lady who sells her veg for 50c. Pomegranates by the kilo for 1 Euro. She is 88 years old, I would love to grow to that age and be that active.

25 Oct 2010

On the Hard

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It’s been one week and I have pushed her to the edge and broken everything I could, she has shown me her human weaknesses and made me giggle in delight as she defied the wrath of Poseidon. Now it’s my turn to look after her and set her right for crossing the Atlantic. I have professional riggers, sail makers, electrician, painters and surveyors available to help me make the right choices.

As I am a cheap skate, every penny I spend now means less time on the water, as such I went for the cheaper option of getting the Contessa out of the water. You can either get a cradle to lift you out or a tractor —– NEVER use a tractor!

We ended up grinding the keel on the slipway, they couldn’t give a hoot, I silently wept.

Now it’s action time ..

Dave is heading to the Canaries on the 16th of November in his 26 footer, so this is my deadline to get the boat ready. I have so much to do in so little time, it’s like being at work again except it’s my money and the reward is far greater – strange that.


  1. Tidy up the rigging, replace the forestay, create an inner forestay (furling genoa isn’t going to get me back East across the Atlantic) for hanked on storm jib.
  2. Water proof the boat, 2 leaking windows
  3. Fix the vibration in the prop shaft – replace the bushes
  4. New liferaft bracket.
  5. Overhaul the electrics
  6. Oh .. learn to sail.

I will take photos as I do the jobs, hopefully it will help others with similar boats.

I am doing this all on a tight budget! My aim to to make those big spender choke on their GnT’s.

Unknown Territory

24 Oct 2010

36 Hours – knock yourself out!

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We had left Sesimbra around 16:00 on the 22nd and planned on doing a non stop to Lagos, we were motor sailing and as I had to get used to sailing on my own Dave announced he was going to sleep, wake him up in the morning …..

Other than the lobster pots all was plain sailing, the moon was out but covered by clouds. Around 21:00 the wind picked up, then engine was turned off and with just the 150% genoa we were making 5 / 6 knots downwind in a 1 meter swell.

Dave shouted out that he was not comfortable, the swell hitting us from the aft starboard side making the boat roll, so I set the swell directly behind us reefed in the genoa and went to sleep for an hour.

I would like to say it was that easy but I was worried and up and down like a yoyo, there were dolphins  outside who kept me amused for a good hour, their chirping was comforting to hear when in the cabin however the sound of a sail flapping due to a wind shift or the lack of wind  kept me in the cockpit every almost every hour.

I was woken up to the boat rolling with no wind, so started the motor to at least make the ride a bit more comfortable and had breakfast with the dolphins, Dave woke around 10:00 as the wind picked up.

As most of the crossing to the West across the Atlantic is downwind we rigged the sails up for just such a scenario.

I should point out that so far neither of us had used the tiller, the ST 1000 autopilot had handled everything including downwind sailing in 3 meter swell in 15 knots. Never sailed with an autopilot before, will never sail without one from hence forth, why hold the tiller when you can hold a book?

We even tested the autopilot beating into the wind and swell, again it did so with no problem in 25knots and full sail! The furling genoa broke so we couldn’t reef it 🙁

We had Dolphins with us for pretty much the whole journey, lying on the bow I could touch them as they rode the bow wave.

Got to Lagos around 21:00 we were doing a solid 6.5 / 7 knots maxing at 7.4!! We even hove to with full sails out when the liferaft broke free of it’s mounting bracket. … now that was an experience!! Weather helm was next to nothing, this boat is a machine!! No wonder a Contessa 32 was the only yacht to finish in the fastnet of 79.

22 Oct 2010

Released – Why thank you Sir!

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Well, not sure where to start….

We managed to reverse and crash into our berth last night, hadn’t thought to consider how we were going to slow down our reverse momentum 🙁 After the boat was frisked, we were told to pick up the boat papers and passport the following day from the Captain’s office but first we had to go to the Marine police – oh and the captain goes for a three hour lunch at 13:00 so be quick they said.

We sat down with the fishermen and calmed our nerves frayed by paperwork and bullshit, finished the night off with a bottle of red and a curry.

The Engineer my old man had found was here at 09:30 and fixed the problem in 30 minutes. The cable was lose and not engaging the clutch correctly …. so simple, we had tried forcing the gearbox lever across but hadn’t thought to remove the cable which was restricting it’s movement.

We then went and bought new fire extinguishers and brought them to the Marine Police, the RYA had faxed across proof of my sailing competence (was impossible to make out my face in the fax). The police just shoved the piece of paper into a drawer, no doubt to be lost and forgotten. Police man called their Chief, who arrived 30 minutes later with an Engineer, they wanted to see the boat and proof that she was fixed.

Having proved she was fixed we went to his office. He was very kind and allowed us to park in his spot and treated us with the utmost respect. Bit of friendly banter ensured that the sum he plucked from the sky for his time would be lower than that of a scowling resentful Brit.

Having paid the 20 euro charge and shaken hands we took a photo, he surprised me by asking for a copy of the photo and provided me with his email address. You see they need to justify their jobs and to have a photo of a sailor who is grateful for a wasted 24 hours jumping from office to office and spending 100 euros on crap allows them to indulge in their self importance. No diggity he will show his wife and friends with pride that sailors are thankful for his efforts and deserves to remain chief .. no doubt it will end up in the office we were waiting in.

Will I send him the picture ….. ha … of course I will, what can I say I am vain.

Was a great learning curve, albeit a time wasting and expensive one.

I blame the EU!

Next stop non stop to Lagos, 20knt winds are expected.

21 Oct 2010

Yarrrgh – we be boarded … by the police!?

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As I had my head in the engine compartment Tom Cruise and his bureausexual partner in crime turn up on a black sphincter shaped rib of bureaucratic passion.

You see Mr Jones and friend had been speeding along the coast, to the tune of Danger Zone enjoying the tussle of the wind in their hair when we stumbled into their path. Taking on the role of the Marine Police and looking suitable convincing with their Ray-Ban glasses and hip mounted firearms we took on the role of drug traffickers and Dave having no ID whatsoever and a darker shade of black assumed the pat down position.

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20 Oct 2010

Departing Lisbon

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Good news she floats ….

Dave has not slept on land for a good 9 months, having a double bed in a Hotel on terra firma was unsettling and he was glad to be back on the yawing deck of a rolling yacht.

Over breakfast at the hotel I had my first lesson, knock as many of the complementary items (anything not encased in glass) into your bag. These store well and keep for years … oh and they are free.. loving this life more and more….

Spent all day cleaning the boat and headed up North to a little bay called Cascais, no wind so we motored. Once there fate played its hand again. First day out on the Contessa 32 and we anchor up next to a Contessa 26 with a young French couple who are doing the same as me. They had already sailed from the UK and were waiting for favourable winds to undertake the next step to the Canaries.

They came on board and David coaxed by offerings of red vino imparted all the usual advice only a sailor could appreciate.

Contessa’s are the sex! – the Contessa 26

Tall Ships leaving Lisbon.

Tall Ships in Lisbon

Dave, the dude, knows all about living aboard and solo sailing.

19 Oct 2010

First Stop – Lisbon

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I was anxiously awaiting the opening of the boarding gate for the Easyjet flight to Faro, my bag was well in excess of the enforced 15kg max. As it turns out the lady who didn’t even look up when checking my passport barely blinked when my bag came in over twice the limit. Despite the elation of not having to pay or even split the contents into separate bags I was silently resentful that my feat of carrying an Indian carry all with no handles went unrecognised.

I settled into the middle of three seats, clearly a move the couple would come to regret as my well travelled unwashed self penetrated the barriers formed by their imposing Eau de Toilette. I surely hope they came to regret leaving that seat free and hope it was because they had a lovers quarrel and and not because they were selfish gits looking for more leg room.

Upon arriving in Faro I was met by my Father and the legend that is Dave who would be helping me sail the Contessa from Lisbon back past Faro to Portamao.

The drive up to Lisbon (80kph) took as long as my commute across London and as long as the flight to Portugal (650kph), the journey back would take five days at a leisurely (5kph).

10 Oct 2010

Introductions Please -Marelanja

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Been quite a week, flew to Rome to view a 26′ Contessa. Like all boats it was not as described in the shiny brochure but there was no denying her build quality and upkeep.

I was going to buy it on Wednesday, everything was set, paper work was filled out … then out of the blue a phone call from a broker describing a Contessa 32 for sale in Lisbon, owner was desperate to sell. Fate intervened, surveyor was dispatched post haste to Lisbon to see if it was as good as described, everything came back positive price was too good to resist so the sale ensued.

So in the space of 24 hours I had unexpectantly aquired a boat over twice the size, the fact that it was in Lisbon would allow for cheap visits and a much simpler sail to Alvor where I had already planned to fit her out for the Atlantic….