Something unmotivated we started on Tuesday at ten clock on the path towards Valle, on the west side of La Gomera. In the port of San Miguel there was still no wind, but after an hour of driving under engine we could set sail and had passable Southern Wind. For me, it was a quiet day of sailing without a lot of rocking. A beautiful home!
Four times crossed our path and pilot whales once we saw a large school dolphins. Just before sunset we reached our destination. Unfortunately we have to, that the bay to anchor in south wind and strong swell offers no special protection against Valle.
Except for a boat all other sailors had taken shelter directly behind the breakwater. Unfortunately, I could not convince Dietmar and on the wall to create. So our anchor a short time later fell on the sandy bottom of the bay and was certainly buried shortly thereafter. Only from rest in the ship could be no question. Our SUMMER lay across the swell and swung wildly from right to left. In each cubbyhole doses were, Pots and books rearranged and made a surprising amount of noise. My "sea-weaned" stomach was all too much. As a precaution I took a trip times tablet and lay down on the couch in the living room. Dietmar was initially not sure, whether a dinner that evening would be at all a good idea. But after a while he made but at the stove and warmed the Chilli con carne on the weekend.
The night was so restless as feared, only towards morning waves calmed in the bay. I felt the morning but, as if I had spent the night in a washing machine during the spin cycle. Nevertheless, we went around eight Clock anchor on towards Tazacorte on La Palma. Soon, the sun was shining and it was warm on the boat. By the early afternoon we sailed with light winds quite quickly towards our goal, then the wind died and we motorten towards Tazacorte.
Shortly before the southern tip of La Palma again crossed our path and dolphins accompanied us a piece.
Only ten miles lay ahead of us and we were hoping against five clock to reach the port. But the wind made us a spanner in the works. Within a short time it was blowing against us, almost thirty knots and SUMMER stamped violently in the short, steep wave.
Soon the entire deck was flooded with salt water and Dietmar got behind the wheel and one or the other of splash from.
That was probably nothing again with a comfortable sailing. With difficulty we fight our way down the coast and reached only after six clock the protective harbor.
The sail Weather in the Canaries has not done to us. The winds here in the winter months can be fickle and changeable. Between slowdown and high winds often only an hour. Now we were happy first, to have arrived and were looking forward to a quiet night in the harbor. That evening the kitchen remained on the SUMMER cold and we ate quite outstanding, fresh fish right on the harbor in a small restaurant. Before we could admire the capture of a fisherman, with the aid of a forklift four wonderful tuna (about 80 -100 Pounds per fish) auslud at the harbor. The wind and the wave was not a walk of determined out there at sea.
