The Rias of Galicia

27 June 2016

Time to go sailing again.

Eventually the strong Galician winds moderated and we were able to leave Muxia and set sail for Portosin in the Ria de Muros. This 25 mile journey is actually 36 miles long. The tides are calculated from Lisbon which is in Portugal which uses British Summer Times unlike Spain which uses French Summer Time or possibly Western Euopean Time.... who knows?

The Ria de Muros is on the other side of Finisterre. So we had to sail around Finisterre.

 

Approaching Finisterre.

Finisterre is, we understand the the most westerley place in the Known World.  Hence the name.

Eventually we arrived in Portosin.

Portosin Marina in the Ria of Muros

 Portosin has a very good marina with very good staff who speak very good English.

At Portosin, Cruising Association members get 25% off without even asking as well as a free map, a free pen and a free coffee mug.

We like Portosin and the very nice marina staff.

Angela arrived. This was good.

Jean cooked a very nice Spanish omelette. We slept well.

28 June.

We sailed (motored) to a nice anchorage in the Ria de Muros.

 

Angela, beer, nice anchorage.

29 June.

We sailed south west and out of Ria de Muros, around the end of the peninsula towards Ria Arousa.

All our charts showed a well marked channel between the rocks on the way into the ria.

Unfortunately one of the crucial marks was missing. Anyway, we arrived safely.

Thence to Pobra de Carimal. A nice marina staffed mainly by Father Christmas whose English was no better than Bonzo's.  But then Bonzo is still in UK, so he was unable to help.

It was nice and hot. Jean bought some postage stamps and a picture postcard which the nice shop assistant wrapped for her.

Jean and Angela return to Pobra after successful shopping expedition

We decided to stay one night in Pobra and then set off for the Perfect Anchorage.

30 June.

The Perfect Anchorage just across from Rianxo would be good if it was deep enough to anchor. It was far too shallow even at neaps, so we set off to find an even better one.  Having almost gone aground in the process we eventually dropped our hook in a bay somewhere near Puerto de Cruz.
We had a pleasant night and dined on fish pie cooked by Angela.