Friday 30 March 2012

A desert island


Caleta del Sebo - Graciosa's sheltered harbour

The strong winds having duly blown themselves out and Fettler arduously purified of the dust that befouled her, we weighed anchor and made an early start for Graciosa. In a straight line, the distance amounted to only 25 miles and with the forecast of a pleasant 14 kt breeze from the north west, we expected to have a pleasant day's sail of it. Ha. Ha.

It started out well enough as we cracked on to the northeast before rounding the headland where Lanzarote curves to the north and where we hoped to do the same. The wind, naturally enough, blew from the north, alternately much stronger and much weaker than forecast. It was a hard beat up the coast, becoming progressively harder as we reached the northern tip of Lanzarote, where the wind increased to near gale force and still right on the nose. It was an all sails out and all sails wet sort of a day and a weary pair who finally pulled into Graciosa having taken 10 hours to squeeze out those 25 straight-line miles. We found out later that the northern tip of Lanzarote is locally known as the 'Cape Horn of the Canaries'.

Happily there were good friends waiting for us - the Roede Orms - with a BBQ blazing on the beach and cold beer in plenty. The rigours of the passage were soon recovered from.

Playa Las Conchas, also known as the Bacardi Beach
Bacardi Beach from volcano top

Climbing one of the little volcanoes
Many people had raved to us of the charms of Graciosa and we find that they were wholly justified. It's just a slip of an island really and dry as a bone but there are very few people about, no paved roads and the landscape and coastline are superb.

Beachcombing (photo: S. Conrad)
Basalt bridges (photo: S. Conrad)
Mad man on basalt bridge (photo: S. Conrad)
Lava coastline
A note of caution for those planning to come here by boat though: be sure to have a reservation! If your name isn't on the list, they won't let you in. It's surprisingly strict for such a laid-back place, but there you go. We've seen numerous boats simply turned away on arrival.

Natural salt pans 
Cool rock pool
Bird on the beach - Berthelot's Pipit
After about 5 months of steady northeast winds we now have an odd spell of northwesterlies. Madeira, our next destination, lies to the northwest. No matter - we're not in a hurry. It's a great spot to wait for a fair wind and, as always, there are things to be done, including the slightly unsavoury job of dismantling the toilet pump (which, after a cleaning session with vinegar, now works as good as new).

How to dry fish
Balls!
Another crazy lava rock pool
East coast Graciosa
Shell sand under the microscope

Thursday 22 March 2012

Lava, lichen, locusts and lizards - Lanzarote

Wild volcanic landscape in Timanfaya National Park.
Despite the howling winds and erratic bus service, we've managed to see a reasonable amount of Lanzarote. It's a bit dry and dusty for our taste, but it has a certain arid beauty of its own.

Desert - Lanzarote's interior.
Locust, hidden amongst the lava and lichen.
Entrance to the secret free lava tube, 
There's a section of the same tube a few hundred metres away which charges €8 a head entry. We'd heard about this secret free section and spent several hours there entirely by ourselves, exploring as much as a kilometre along the cave towards the volcano, with no end in sight. It would be fun to follow it to the limit.

Inside the tube - a breakthrough to the tube below.
Inside out (see if you can spot Sonja).
Weathered rock.
Chomp!
 We had our lunch snack sitting outside the cave entrance. Apple core disposal was not a problem. The moment it touched down there were lizards honing in on it from all directions - incredible! The one in the photo was the first to reach the core. Things got a bit ugly when the next lizard arrived.

Apple-loving Atlantic lizard.
Lava, lichen and hardy plants.
Windmill for pumping water to salt pans.

Off to Graciosa tomorrow, after spending an entire day today cleaning away the horrible dust deposited on the boat by the recent strong winds.

Guess which way the wind was blowing.

Monday 19 March 2012

Stormbound in Lanzarote

Not the most scenic, but safe - Puerto Naos.
Experimental post here - first time posting by email from the Kindle. Will add photos when possible.

Unfortunately we were turfed out of our snug corner in Arrecife to make way for a regatta happening over the weekend. Unfortunate because that's where we had planned to sit out the current spell of heavy weather.

It was already blowing 30 knots from the north east when we sailed off the mooring, which made for a fun beat the couple of miles up the coast to Puerto Naos. The setting is more industrial, anchored as we are right next to the container terminal, but the holding is excellent. Just as well really, since it has been blowing so hard we didn't even venture ashore yesterday. The volcanic dust borne on the wind has turned every windward surface on the boat a vile brown so there's a big cleanup operation in store.

According to the forecast it should start easing down tomorrow, so we should be able to resume our exploration of the island then.

Wednesday 14 March 2012

Against the grain

Having kept a close eye on the forecast for our opportunity to get north and east to Fuerteventura and Lanzarote, we were ready to leave within four hours when it finally came, even though it meant missing the Friday night social. On our way out of the harbour at Las Palmas we were sternly admonished by the port police not to sail across the commercial harbour, which seemed a bit odd but we followed their directions and detoured south. It came on a beautiful night, with a spectacular moon rise, and initially light winds. Playful dolphins appeared as soon as it got dark; they seem to be busy with other things during the day here. The passage would have been near perfect if Sonja had not poo-pooed skipper's orders to take an anti-seasickness pill before setting off. The forecast conditions were very mild, but the sea state here doesn't necessarily bear any relation to local wind conditions and it was rather lumpy until we were under the lee of Fuerteventura.

There was a lot of shipping about but we kept first to the north and then south of the direct line between the islands and so avoided any conflict. The breeze freshened up nicely, but also died off completely at times, and we had the pleasure of completely out-sailing a Moody 346 that appeared from the south during the latter part of the night. Sunrise over the Atlas mountains in Morocco was a spectacular sight. It was as well we saw it then because once the sun was up, the African coast was lost in haze and that was the nearest point.


Gran Tarajal, with classic Fuerteventuran brown hill.

Gran Tarajal was a pleasant, cheap, no-frills, convenient stopping point. The marina provides water and electricity but no shower or toilet. It is cheap however (€5.37 per night for Fettler) and shelter is good, though there is a surprising amount of surge. We particularly enjoyed the company of a French ship's cat, Sikaflex, who visited us several times and who was always on hand when help might be needed to deal with fresh fish. A friendly fisherman came by with a load of still-flapping mackerel-type fish one evening, a delicious meal for us and Sikaflex, though we cooked our share.

Sikaflex, demonstrating how suitable the vessel is for cats.
After a fish snack, he condescended to come below.
Fuerteventuran coast by morning.
Fuerteventura looked interesting in profile, being rugged and mountainous, but it is desperately parched and brown. The weather continuing fair for heading north (a rare condition here) we moved on after a brief stop of two days. The anchorage at Isla Los Lobos, at the north end of Fuerteventura, is beautiful if rather exposed and made another convenient stage on the way to Lanzarote.

Sunset over Fuerte, from Isla los Lobos.
Isla los Lobos
We are now on a mooring in Arrecife, kindly provided free of charge by the local yacht club, but nevertheless inspected on arrival by diving on it despite the slightly chilly water temperature of 17.5 C. The plan is to spend the next days exploring Lanzarote and watching for a fair wind to take us on to Graciosa.

The harbour at Arrecife. That's the shelter we like.
Clear water: the view over the side at breakfast.

Wednesday 7 March 2012

The Grand Canary

Not much to say, but here are some photos. The last couple of weeks have been spent looking a bit deeper into Gran Canaria and the effort has been handsomely repaid:

The centre of the island, looking towards Tenerife.
At Roque Nueblo. Amazing spot.
More Nueblo. El Teide floats in the background.
Even more Nueblo views. The air is like champagne.
Last one.
The dunes at Maspalomas.
You'd never guess Sodom and Gomorrah are next door.
Or that the wind howls nearly all the time.
Lunch stop by Spain's oldest golf course. Founded by the
British, of course. 
Hoopoe!
Not Photoshopped, I promise.