Campo das Cortes

It was a lovely day when we surfaced. If it wasn’t for the forecast, we could have left today but instead we will get everything ship shape for the great voyage tomorrow.

The ass licking continued. I was now keeping score between the two boyos.
I got tea served up to me by Paddy while still in my berth in the aft cabin. I might have given Paddy an extra score if he had known that it's coffee I have in the morning.

Tony and Paddy later headed ashore to do the shopping still giving out to each other about who was the sucking up to the skipper more while I went for diesel.

I decided it was easier to bring diesel to the boat instead of the boat to the diesel. We hadn’t used much since we filled up in Vigo but it still took two trips with a jerry-can in each hand over to the end of the pier before I had the tank full to the brim. I think my arms have stretched a bit.
We now had enough to get us to Roches Point even if we have to motor all the way but just to be sure I also refilled the jerry cans.

The crew brought back an ice cream to me after they had finished the shopping.
Are they no lengths that this crew will go to keep the skipper happy?
Long may it continue is all I can say!

We decided to add to the alcohol store that Norma had started.
No, nothing was missing from Norma's stock. We had resisted the temptation of even going looking for it, we just wanted some for ourselves.
While we saved a bit on the wine compared to Irish prices, it was the spirits that had the biggest difference in price.
Dave Morey had asked me to get him some Jameson Whiskey as he is a bit partial to it but it appeared that the Spanish also like it as I could only find two bottles in the whole town.
Many of the lockers were now full and the waterline was beginning to disappear.
Seriously officer; they're for our own use!

The lads took over the galley to cook dinners for the voyage home.
We didn’t want to do much cooking on the journey so the lads prepared the meals and we put them in containers before freezing them in the bottom of the fridge.

Tony made a stew with chilli while Paddy did a chicken curry but it didn’t taste like chicken!
Paddy had told us all he was going to make a chicken curry but when he went to find some chicken, he couldn’t get any and had to make do with beef.
The slagging lasted the rest of the voyage about the chicken curry that tasted like beef.

Once we were satisfied that Eureka was ship shape with everything stowed and water tanks full, we headed for the showers and then in search of another restaurant for our last supper.
We found one on one of the back streets but the staff had no English and the menus were strangely enough, also in Spanish. We ate outside and some of the owners family sat at another table eating their own dinner. It was all very informal. We had a nice meal more by luck of our choosing than by skill in translation and it was very cheap too.

The Welsh were playing in the Euros on a tv inside. The family noticed that we were half following it, so once we were finished dinner we were invited in to have a better view. We left a nice tip and as a result the lady of the house insisted in topping up our beers before we were allowed to leave. We went happily back to the boat to sleep it off.Read more