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  • Day290

    Deja vu in Espalmador

    April 27 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 17 °C

    Our second round of days spend in Espalmador passed us all by in a blissful haze. The weather was somewhat mixed, but a damp boat did not dampen our spirts!
    We had multiple different neighbours over the course of our stay, ranging from music-blasting giants to day tripping RIBs. A Scottish yacht by the name of Aphrodite had drinks on the beach with us one night, and as the adults talked, the kids made ludicrous sand-based constructions.
    There was plenty of cooking done during our stay, with us making white yeast bread, blue-iced cupcakes and a delicious chickpea tart one night for dinner. (Courtesy of Margaret)
    We swam daily, sometimes with and sometimes without wetsuits. In the middle of the day, when the temperature was at its max, you could have stayed in for hours! The water was beautifully clear, and just splendid to muck around in.
    On our first stay, about a week beforehand, the beach was white and sparkling as far as the eye could see. However, this was not the case this time around! The rough weather that we hid from in Ibiza marina had not been absent here. About two thirds of the beach was now covered in a layer of dead sea grass! When you walked through it, up to your knees would be covered without your foot even touching the ground.

    Notes: This chapter was written by ruby ^_^
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    Kathleen Epstein

    Lovely writing, Ruby!

  • Day294

    A Formentera road trip

    May 1 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 17 °C

    Leaving Espalmador on the 31st, we went over to a little bay nearby to Formenteras port town. We launched our dingy for the first time this season, and went in to the town for a little evening visit. The town, called La Savina, is the main port for all the ferrys, but not the actual “Capital” of the island. We has a lovely dinner ashore and did a spot of shopping.
    On the first day of summer we sped in to La Savina bright and early. On our little inflatable punt, we went up through the shallow channel, into the almost-landlocked bay where all the fishing boats are kept.
    Once in the town, Mom and Dad set about trying to negociate a car rental for the day. We went to several different dealerships before settling on a Suzuki Jimini. It was a jeep-style convertible, with openings where the back window would be, and one about the drivers head. It had only two doors and an extremely small boot, but it was just the car for what we had in mind.
    After a quick coffee, we all hopped in the car and sped off. Cruising down the road with the radio blasting, passing fields filled with goats or sheep, solitary trees and wild rosemary was certainly an experience, and not one we will soon forget.
    Our first stop was Sahona, where we spent the night a week beforehand. It was lovely to see the place from a different angle, and when we saw the swell rocking a boat there, we were more than happy not to be in their position!
    The second place on our whistle-stop tour of the island was a lighthouse on the southwestern-most point of Cap De Barbaria. It stood in the middle of a grassy sea, with the wind whispering through it and tiny lizards basking in the sun. You couldn’t go inside the lighthouse, only walk around it, so we went for a little ramble through the fields. The grass, rosemary, and flowers ended abruptly at red cliffs plunging into the sea. Seagulls wheeled overhead whilst the waves crashed against the rocks far, far below.
    I got to walk along the cliffside, while the others piled into the car and drove the roundabout way to the third location, which was an old round tower. The “Torre” (In Spanish) was similar to a Mortello tower, except that it was smaller and slightly reddish.
    After a quick snack back at the car, it was in again all the way to Playa es Arenals, a beach on the south side of Formentera. Dad and i shared a snooze on the sand, before we all went in for a swim!
    Then we went to a small town on the opposite side of the island as Arenals called Es Calo. We had lunch at a lovely cafe, which was next to a small cove that fishermen used to house their boats. The water was beautiful, and there were several boats anchored offshore. Every now and then, a man from one of the other restaurants would walk down to the small pier, hop into his RIB, and speed off to one of the boats. He would return with a crowd onboard, see them up to his workplace, and then hop in again to repeat the whole thing!
    We then went to a town on the more southeasterly point of the island. The town was called El Pilar De La Mola, and is famous (At least on Formentera) for hosting the hippie market! We had a good look around, but the market only really sold artwork and jewellery.
    There was a beautiful viewing point a little back the way, and that was where we went to next. After a walk through the gorgeous pine woods, we arrived at a little rocky outcrop with a view that you’d think could only be seen from a plane! It was amazing to see all of the island from way up high, pointing out the places we had just been to. What’s more, is that here were some extremely curious lizard on the rocks! If you could sit still for a short while, they would nearly try to climb up onto you!
    Our final stop was a church, but not just any old one. This was Capella Siglo XIV, one of the final remaining fortified churches in the world! As by now we were all quite tired, it was a drowsy drive back to the port to return the car. We went from the car rental to the dingy, and then back to the boat for an early night. It had been a great day, and certainly a memorable first of May!

    Notes: This chapter was written by Ruby ^_^
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    Kathleen Epstein

    Well if it isn’t 3 grownups!

    Susan Ronan

    Looking good guys ❤️

  • Day19

    Tag 19 Bucht Espalmador Formentera

    June 3, 2021 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 22 °C

    Heute war ein reiner "Chill - Tag" geplant. Nichts tun und blöd in die Gegend schauen. Wir haben ja sowieso kein Dingi um an Land zu fahren ....
    Die Neugier auf den Strand und die kleine Insel siegt dann aber doch und Harald fragt einen Segler auf dem Boot neben uns, ob er uns nicht übersetzen könne. Er holt uns sofort ab und mit seinem wackeligen Holzbötchen geht's an Land, auf zur Erkundung Espalmadors. Der Strand ist schonmal der Wahnsinn. Hellblaues Wasser und weiß-rosa Sand. Ein paar Palmen vervollständigen den Karibik Flair. Der nette ältere Herr, der uns an Land gebracht hat empfiehlt uns, einmal um die Insel herum zu laufen. Da die gesamte Insel ein Naturschutzgebiet ist, müssen wir kleine Pfade finden, auf denen wir gehen dürfen. Sie führen uns durch eine steinige und kahle Landschaft hin zu beeindruckenden Steilklippen. Dort werden wir allerdings von wütenden Möwen verscheucht. Etwas weiter finden wir eine tolle Bucht. Ruckzuck haben wir Badesachen an und springen in das kühle Nass. Herrlich! Nach einer kleinen Stärkung machen wir uns übers Inland auf den Rückweg. An unserem Strand ist in der Zwischenzeit ein riesiger Party-Katamaran angekommen der bestimmt 50 Touris zum Baden hier abgesetzt hat. Und futsch ist die einsame Schönheit des Strandes. Irgendwie absurd.
    Wir laufen weiter, dorthin wo Espalmador durch einen überspülten Strand mit Formentera verbunden ist. Aufgrund der starken Strömung können wir jedoch nicht rüberlaufen. Es sieht aber wirklich einmalig aus.
    Wir werden am Strand wieder von unserem "Nachbarn" abgeholt. Zum Dank laden wir ihn zum Abendessen ein und hoffen auf ein paar spannende Weltumsegler-Geschichten :)
    Dann muss ich noch in den Mast, um die Glühbirne des Ankerlichts zu wechseln. Harald zieht mich hoch, doch oben angekommen muss ich feststellen, dass man die Glühbirne nicht so einfach wechseln kann. Also ohne Erfolg wieder runter. Aber die Aussicht war fantastisch!
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    Das ist ja der Wahnsinn. Unglaublich. So stelle ich mir die Karibik vor. Das hat der Skipper toll organisiert. Oh Vera, die Aussicht vom Mast aus ist ja total super, aber bestimmt ganz schön wackelig. Der Leichtmatrosenjob hat es schon in sich😁 [Petra]

    Thomas Adolph

    Tolles Bild. 👏😉 ist bestimmt schön wackelig dort oben. Wie hoch ist der Mast?

    Petra und Harald Dülberg

    Der Mast hat eine Höhe von 15m.

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  • Day281

    5 anchor spots

    April 18 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    After our first night at anchor under the mansion-lined cliffs of Ibiza we spend a lovely sunny morning getting back into the groove of anchor living. We inflat the old and the new SUP and take them for a little turn about the bay, we have a wetsuit swim and then take turns trying out the solar shower which is hanging from the boom.
    The wind and swell start to move more southerly and the boat yaws a little from side to side. Since the weather is to stay like this we up anchor and head south to the island of Formentera. We have a great sail with Ruby at the helm and anchor in a sheltered bay on the north of the Island.
    We up anchor in the morning and drop it again an hour later in beautiful Espalmador - a long low-lying sand island. The sun is shining down on the crystal clear turquoise water and Ruby and Colm see a ray swim by as we enter the bay.
    This is as perfect as it gets - There are only two houses on the island and there is no one home. The long stretch of beach has grassy sand dunes behind it and a little woods beyond that. When we go ashore later we see tiny pink flecks in the sand.

    It’s Easter Sunday and there are a few other yachts at anchor here and some charter traffic, mainly big fancy speed boats on day trips from Ibiza. Many of them play loud music - sometimes loud enough so that their guests can still hear it when they have been dropped ashore. Most of the charters only spend an hour or two here and so there is still plenty of serenity to be had.
    We wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. We spend our time swimming, snorkelling, supping and diving into the big bag of Easter chocolate our Galway cousins had sent out to us.
    First thing on Monday morning the warden pays us a visit in his rib and asks us to move our anchor spot. His main job is to protect the Posidonia (sea grass) and we had been careful not to anchor near it but he says we are too close to the beach.
    While I go for a swim, Colm helms Regal to another spot and Ronan drops anchor. I feel so happy and proud that the kids are becoming such competent crew. The boat is now further away from where I started my swim and as I haul ass back towards her I realise how vulnerable I am and just how dispensable I am becoming. Note to self - be nice.
    After a bit of homework and baking we take advantage of our new anchor spot close to a little rocky island. The four of us swim and snorkel over and there is lots to see in and around the rocks, sea grass and coral. There are sea cucumbers, rainbow wrasse, sprat and some little brown fish whose names I didn’t catch. When we get back to the boat there are more fish- a shoal of fifty or so of our old friends from Cartagena marina; the Saddled Sea Bream - They are always around and so easy to spot with their single black spot. Their cousins are visiting today too; the Striped Sea Bream. There are hundreds of them furiously feeding on the sea bed right under the boat. Maybe they found the crumbs of our lunch washed down the drain.
    We have three fantastic days at Espalmador but on the third day, as evening approaches, we leave to get ahead of the weather. We motor to Cala Longa, a narrow and rocky bay on the south eastern side of Ibiza. Entering at dusk we can smell the pine from the woods on cliffs above us and we see a few hotels and a nice looking beach tucked inside the bay. We plan to stay here for a few nights to wait out the first spell of wind and rain and the move to a marina on Friday before Saturday’s gale.
    We drop anchor and the night rolls in and unfortunately so does the swell. We weren’t expecting this and we have a broken night listening to the clanks and groans of the anchor and rigging. We feel Regal roll about without any predictable rhythm. The next morning we are tired and become frustrated and a little alarmed trying to reserve a marina for Friday’s bad weather. The marinas won’t allow us to book in advance and with a gale forecast we most definitely don’t want to be caught out with nowhere to go. We bite the bullet and book a spot in Ibiza marina from today and through the weekend - we up anchor for the last time for a while.
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    Pat Fleming

    Sounds stunning 🙂

    Kathleen Epstein

    Yum! (So says Howard)

  • Day18

    Tag 18 Bucht Espalmador Formentera

    June 2, 2021 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 22 °C

    Hurra es geht wieder weiter,
    zwei aufregende Tage auf Ibiza liegen hinter uns. Die Bucht Espalmador ist unser Ziel. Sie soll die Schönste der Balearen sein und liegt in einem Naturschutzgebiet, in dem Ankern verboten ist. Es sind Festmacherbojen ausgelegt und diese sind vorher zu reservieren. Die Onlinereservierung ist ein Abenteuer für sich. Die Spanier wollten sogar für unsere Legitimisierung unsere Steuer ID haben. 30 € kostet der Spaß pro Tag. Mal sehen, ob es das Wert ist.
    Um 09:00 Uhr heißt es dann Leinen los und wir dieseln bei keinem Wind entlang der wunderschönen rötlichen Steilküste Ibizas. Jede Windböe wird von unserem Monstersegel genutzt, um dem Volvo Penta eine Pause zu gönnen. Somit kommt bei uns auch keine Langeweile auf. Es wird gedöst, Segel gesetzt, Segel eingeholt und wieder gedöst. Mit solch einem Dickschiff unterwegs zu sein, dass hat wahrlich nichts mit Sport zu tun. Es ist nur sportlich für "White Cloud". Um 13:00 Uhr kommt endlich der ersehnte Wind. Der Gennaker wird schlafen gelegt und unter Genua und Groß geht's mit 6 kn hoch am Wind durch das spiegelglatte Mittelmeer. Die Gischt schäumt am Bug wie Flocken von Schnee (Zitat von der Ballade John Maynard von Fontane).
    In der Bucht angekommen, werden wir von einem hochmotorigen Schlauchboot zu unserer Boje geleitet. Ruckzuck sind wir sicher fest. Leider trübt ein wolkenverhangener Himmel die Ausstrahlung dieser wirklich schönen Bucht. Mal sehen, was der morgige Tag bringt.
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    Thomas Adolph

    Oh, der Wassermann ist aufgetaucht 👍☀️🌊


    Das hatte Ich für euch bestellt : guter Wind und keine Wellen. Ich dachte das gibt's nur zwischen den flachen Atollen in der Südsee!? [Andreas]


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