☢️ - Portmán

Julie

The engine starts without any issues for the fourth time now, which gives us hope. As we sail, we hear a ticking sound coming from the forestay. We investigate and find that the sound disappears when we reduce the tension on the halyard. After a while, we encounter a rough sea. The boat rocks in all directions, and the sails flap. We make slow progress and decide to take down the sails and continue under engine power. The coastline gradually changes, with more rocks and less development. At our anchorage, we avoid a large rock on the bottom and drop the anchor. There isn't much protection from the waves, but with about 25 meters of chain, the anchor holds firmly. The beach is dark brown, with a rocky coast rising behind it. The sheltered beach near the harbor is crowded with sunbathers, but there's not much else to see. The village of Portmán and the old mine stand out against the mountains. It's a strange place, very different from the tourist areas we came from. The thought that toxic waste has been dumped into the sea here for decades doesn't make it an inviting place to swim. But the locals swim here, and there's a large fish farm behind us! We moor our dinghy in the small harbor and walk to the town. There's not much to see, and even in the morning, it's already very hot. We stay here for two nights. The first night there’s a bit of swell, but the second night is much more turbulent. The boat rolls back and forth in the easterly waves, even though it should be sheltered here. Our drinking water is running out, so we lift the anchor and sail to Cartagena.

Boat & Crew

El Burro

Swallow Craft Design Group, Swift 33

Gregory Ramis Ferriol

Owner

Finn

Pet, Male

Nelly

Pet, Female

Julie

Owner