May 1993 - Almerimar to Mahon - Page 2

11 May 1993 Ibiza Town
The water is totally undrinkable in the marina, our tanks are getting low, but we will wait until we get to Formentera.

12 May 1993 Ibiza Town
Ceris arrived on her 71st birthday. She brought loads of mail and we went out for a nice meal in the evening.

13 May 1993 Ibiza Town
Glenys had her third and (hopefully) last visit to the dentist today. She has had to have the nerve removed from the tooth that she had crowned before we left the UK! Total cost £175. Glenys, Ceris and the boys went up to the Citadel and Ceris got her handbag snatched by a gipsy-type man. Not much in it fortunately – credit card and about £12. I received a fax from Rob (Managing Director of Feedback) about the earn-out and sent a reply this afternoon.

14 May 1993 Ibiza Town to Formentera
We tried to sail away from the quay. We started off OK by backing the main. The boat swung 90° to the wind, but wouldn’t bear away to go downwind and we had to use the engine. We had the mizzen up and I think that it was the problem (again - when will I learn...)

We had a nice sail upwind to Formentera, but the reefing hooks snapped off the main gooseneck on the way here. I managed to reef with a bit of rope around the tack. Ceris is most impressed with the port at Formentera - very clean and tidy.

15 May 1993 Formentera
Glenys and Ceris went for a walk to San Fransisco Javier and were disappointed because there’s nothing there. All the good beaches are miles away from the port. We ended up on a small beach next to the small Estuary De Peix.

16 May 1993 Formentera to Ibiza Town
We motored to small bay on Espalmador and went to the beach. The outboard keeps cutting out on me – I must get a new one, but they are £850 here and only £500 in the UK. I made a Treasure Map for the boys using vinegar to colour the paper brown and burnt the edges to make it look old. Brett had a great time following the map and found some treasure (toys), buried by us earlier.

We sailed to Ibiza Town to see if I could get a replacement gooseneck pin. The pin fell out on the way back and the boom actually fell off! I rang Mark and Neil about the earnout and it looks like we won’t be getting £150K.

17 May 1993 Ibiza Town to Santa Eulalia
I couldn’t get a replacement goose neck pin and couldn’t find a long enough bolt, so I made one out of the old blipper bracket bolts – rubbish box to the rescue!

We had a very pleasant beat to Santa Eulalia. Yesterday was westerly, today was easterly! We filled up with fuel once we got here. I cycled about a mile to look at a Scuba Diving Club in Cala Pada. Unfortunately, it was German so I’ve decided to wait until we get to Menorca. There is a BSAC club near to Mahon. We did our 3,000th mile today.

18 May 1993 Santa Eulalia
We walked up to the church on the hill above Santa Eulalia, had lunch at a café and spent the afternoon on the beach. Santa Eulalia would be a very nice place to have a holiday.

19 May 1993 Santa Eulalia to Cala San Vicente
We started to sail around the island to Cala Portinatx, but the wind changed from SW to NW as we rounded Punta Grosa. So, rather than beat to a Cala that is open to the NW, we turned back to Cala San Vicente which is protected from the NW. We anchored and within 30 minutes the wind backed to south, which of course is blowing us onto the beach! I dived down and checked the anchor. I wasn’t happy so we re-anchored further out. The bottom is very hard packed sand (which the anchor won’t dig into) and little “weed reefs” which it should snag on if we drag – I hope! Cala San Vicente is very nice!

20 May 1993 Cala San Vicente to Cala Portinatx
What a night! The SW wind died and left us with no wind, but with a SW swell, which rolled us most of the night as we veered around the anchorage. Then the wind came from the NW and settled us down. I hate hanging onto the bed in rolly anchorages.

We had another beat upwind. We stopped at Cala Serra to have a look - there’s deep water quite close to shore, but it is protected from NW. We continued to motor around to Cala Portinatx, where we anchored, had lunch and went to the beach (again!)

I dived down to check the anchor - the sea bed is sand with the strange “weed reefs”. Our anchor has dragged across the sand and then embedded itself into the side of a weed reef.