Driven by our need to escape from all-night fiestas, we have made some progress along the coast. We are beginning to get the sneaking feeling that we arrive in each town just in time for the annual fiesta, but, more likely, the Spaniards simply party all the time. Maybe they need something to take their minds off the 'crisis'.
Now 'fiesta' sounds like fun and we are not normally known to be party poopers, but these affairs last all night (6 a.m. minimum) and are taken to be a great excuse to make as much noise as possible. This makes sleeping in an anchorage nearby almost impossible. It wouldn't be so bad if the fiestas had traditional music and local flavour - however, it's always the same Latin disco tunes, sometimes by a live band or orchestra and sometimes just a disco with some maniacal DJ screaming into the mic. There are only so many times one can listen to Nossa Nossa, Lambada etc. and we already exceeded that quota in the Canaries during Carnival, way back in February!
The night before we left the Ria Santa Marta de Ortiguera, a Tuesday night, was possibly the worst offending fiesta yet. It wasn't even in the town where we were anchored but one village over (a couple of miles away), but the amplification was extreme and the band bad. They only played one third of a tune and then screamed for a few minutes, to the accompaniment of some fiendish bass generator, before attempting the next song. Since we had planned to get up at 7 a.m. to catch the tide out over the bar, this was exceptionally poor timing.
We had a lovely sail beating along the coast to the next ria, Viveiro. It turns out that the prevailing summer winds are northeasterly on this coast and there is a knot of current running west, but that just makes us feel at home. We rounded the breakwater at Celeiro only to hear thunder flashes going off (the sure sign that a fiesta is beginning) and the usual Latin disco music starting up. A quick turnaround and we anchored at a peaceful beach around a headland from the shennanigans.
|Sunset from our beach anchorage in Ria Viveiro|
|Islota at dusk|
|Sunset series III|
|Castropol in Ria Ribadeo|
|Lateen rig in action (especially for Marco)|
|Our anchorage on the Galician side of the ria|
|The library in Ribadeo is in urgent need of TLC|
|Local sailing dinghy fleet, all with lateen rig|
|A glimpse of the Asturian hills|
|Before and after some elbow grease|