Sailing from Puerto Calero, Lanzarote to Punta Morro Jable, Fuerteventura

13 hours

The 13 hour sail started out smooth. As we left the beautiful island of Lanzarote behind and had smooth seas ahead, it looked to be a promising sail. Even better? I would see land the whole time! In the distance we see the mountains of Fuerteventura, our next island destination.

Small villages dot the treeless coastline that has dramatic black cliffs dropping into the ocean. Since the Canaries are the first pieces of land that the ocean meets after 1000’s of miles of momentum, on Fuerteventura, most of the people live on the south side of the island to protect them from wind.  After about 8 hours of sailing we see some sport fishing boats headed toward what we think is the marina we see on our map.  Gran Tarajal. The next stop is about 4 hours of sailing away along the coast – 4 hours closer to the next island as well – so we decide to press on. The sun still high in the sky we might make it before we lose sunlight. At around 6pm we hit are a beam a narrow part of the island that is known for its microclimate. The winds build up and over the mountainside and produce up to 40 mile and hour wind gusts, literally out of nowhere… as waves start to hit the boat and water splashes on board, we put on the rain gear and literally batten down the hatches! On our right there is a dip in the mountain range which funnels extremely strong winds onto the beach and water. The wind, so strong, chops up the water immediately on meeting it again.  When the boat begins to rock back and forth and the wind begins to howell, even though we see land – it seems far away… A few rocky hours later it is dusk, we are close to our final destination as we search for the sea wall of the marina – the sea had calmed, it is dark and as we try to make out the port’s entrance! There it is! The green light we were looking for and  then BOOM! The wind picks up again…. Manuel has read in the guide that this was a difficult marina to enter during the day and without wind! We had both working against us as we searched for the entrance – kranked the engines and avoided the breakers and sea walls on either side.

Our arrival to the Marina at Punto Morro Jable might have been the talk to the town. We arrived during the night which always proves to be more difficult to dock and with the gusts of winds blowing us around we had a recipe for drama.

We saw the marina slips but due to the night arrival thought it was closed so scratched off that option. Then we saw the platoons but did not think we could fit… so we thought to drop an anchor in between. A lovely French couple with their daughter (Laurent, Gwen and Lelo) pulled up to us in a dingy and in broken English to try to help us out and tell us where to go, then the Marina guard with her dog in tow was flashing us with her high beams and flashlight screaming  “Cavalliero, Cavalliero” telling us we could not anchor. Then you had a group of 12 people on the docks placing bets on whether we were going to ground our boat  as it was low tide.  I put a flashlight to the water and land was just below.  It was a total scene, the French family cruising back and forth relaying messages from the docks, the security guard yelling at us from the breakwater and the winds blowing our boat left and right. With that a message came in that there was a slip available!  We were able to dock the boat in the marina – so we had to prepare the boat with bumpers and get ready to “pull in” – with the winds blowing us left and right and the group on the docks clicking their flashlights, we could not tell where the slip was… the radio is going off, the security guard is still yelling  and then we see it!  We decide to back in, and while docking we were greeted with too many people telling each other what to do! Due to the wind we come in pretty hot and Manuel starts throwing lines as a bunch of others on the dock out their hands out stop the boat from crashing into the dock, the dog is barking, people are yelling in Spanish –  it was quite and entrance.

Welcome to this fantastic Marina, small, local and full of energy, we were able to meet our neighbors and thank them for the all the help. Then we noticed all of a sudden there was no wind again. It was 11 pm and we were exhausted so we went to sleep. During the night the wind howled and the lines on the masts tapped – it was so strange. At one moment it was quiet and dead calm, within 30 seconds the wind comes through shaking everything up… I decide I don’t like wind anymore…. I know we need it for the sails but lately I feel it just causes trouble. 🙂

The morning brought a nice surprise.  The marina was beautiful there were plenty of boats and people around so the choice to dock was a good one. For about 11 euros we hook up to the water and the electricity and we decided to take a day off!  Our American flag sits proudly on the back of our sailboat and one neighbor shows up with a picture of him in front of the world trade center!

Another neighbor befriends us immediately so we invite him for a rum and coke on Argo around noon.  Jose Antonio is here with his beautiful family and enjoys speaking with Manuel about every nook and cranny of the Canary Islands and the surrounding seas.  He is a good sailor and a Canarian.  He has a 50 foot Beneteau that you could tell has seen a ton of ocean.  Jose Antonio  is a wealth of information on wind, climate, waves and routes between the islands and only speaks of sailing the entire time. He knows these waters so well that his family takes the high speed ferry home while he sails his boat alone!

What you don’t know is that had fallen ill the night prior in that famous docking event. It must have been something I ate. I always get a stomach sickness when I am away, and with that always brings funny surprises, new doctors, new medicines and sometimes even new friends. I decide I need a clinic. Manuel asked around and by the time I got myself off the boat, the entire Marina knew I was not feeling well. Most of them just asked something with the word “mejore” which means “better” and I was not feeling better. In the true spirit of adventure we hitched a ride and combined the doctors visit with a quick 5 cent tour of the town. In retrospect, we might not have even stopped here and maybe even pressed on to Grand Canary with such an annoying approach to this funny little marina but my belly ache forced us to come in and stay 2 days while I got better. The moments made here were some of my favorite of the trip!

We ride into town with a German named Mattias who has lived here for 3 years and is a tour guide. He loves it here. The town is a strip mall and everything is in German. If you are looking for a quaint village, don’t come here. We decide to head back to the marina where there is a local beach, a local restaurant and feels more quaint after I see a doctor and pick up some medicine which we found 10 minute away – the ony open pharmacy on a saturday – we head back to the marina… to get out of the hustle of the tourist trap.

After a long walk on a black beach that is littered with sea glass we run into the French family that helped us dock the night before. They are planning to cross the Atlantic this fall and are set to go to Las Palmas like we were. They were waiting for calmer seas – as the rumor was that the seas were rough these days. Of course I get nervous as we are due to sail the next day. We decide to get back the boat and clean up and prepare for our ride and on arrival we have a new neighbor. 2 Germans on a beautiful boat called 12 moons. They had just come in and had also sailed from the south of Spain to the Canaries like we did. They had stopped in Morocco so they missed the force winds… (lucky) and they were headed to Las Palmas as well. The Canarian, the Chilean, the American and the Germans, all at the end of the dock all speaking to each other… the world feels small all of a sudden…

As the sun dips into the ocean we all stand on our boats, talking to each other sharing stories of where we have been and were we are going. We all soak in the most beautiful sunset, the marina is surprisingly calm. As the clouds continue to lay heavy on the mountain range in front of us, we check the weather and looks like condition will be great for sailing tomorrow.

Jose Antonio who is discussing every nook and cranny of the current to the Manuel invites us on the boat with his family. We then leave for a dinner the marina restaurant and get some zzz’s we have a 7:30 am Departure tomorrow.

Sailing from Punta Morro Jable, Fuereventura to Las Palmas, Grand Canary.

9 hours.

We were lucky: for some reason the wind wasn’t blowing this morning.  We quietly loosened the lines while other boats slept  and snuck out by 7:45am. The sun rises behind us to a golden sky and the sea calm ahead… The mountain clouds as they had been for the past 2 days and continue to do on a daily basis, quietly crawl over the mountains and disappear the moment they hit the water…  the scene is beautiful.

We put up the Genoa and the Bizzon and all is well, the marina shrinks behind us, the land stays on our left and somewhere straight ahead is Grand Canary Island, 8 hours away..

At the moment we pass the last piece of land on our right, huge breaks in the water… we are now rocking back and forth as the sea transitions from sea water to oceanic size. Things on the boat fly around and you hold on tight… The land disappears behind us and in front is just blue. The waves begin to swell and the boat eases into a tempo that as I have noticed, definitely comes in threes…. Looking around, there is nothing but blue… skies are clear and clouds are off in the distance… we are alone…

Cruising along for a while I see something behind us in the distance! It is another sail boat! And sure enough, here they come! The Germans on 12 moons! Slowly and surely catching up to us! 12 moons is a larger boat and probably doing a knot or 2 more than us… as they catch up to us we take pictures of each other get on the radio and give each other our email addresses! Waving along is was amazing to have a neighbor at sea! They are headed to Las Palmas as well and hopefully we will see them there!

The ocean seems small for a moment. As land begins to carve out a shape in on the horizon, we are a few hours away from the large port of Las Palmas.
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On arrival, I am shocked at the size of the city in front of us as Las Palmas has over a million people living here!  I am also shocked at the size of the port and the many containers and ships that are here, finally I am shocked on how huge this marina is with about 1500 slips. When we arrive, the marina is closed, the Germans are tied to the entrance dock and we find a spot behind a family from Denmark. The captain on that boat kindly takes our lines and helps us in. He is with his family and they just cruised in after 5 days of sailing from Portugal! We all have to wait till 8 am the next morning to see if there is room or space for us at the marina. Till then a Champagne toast and finding an internet connection.

The Marina at Las Palmas is Enormous and where the yearly ARC sailing race starts. People begin to arrive around this time from all over Europe and the world to get ready for the race… the Marina is already full! We have Italians, Germans, Canarians, Sweeds, Danes, Brazilians and more! There is every kind of boat and ship and the port just outside the marina is busy with ships… At the local sailor bar – people are on their computers, sharing stories of sailings past and future destinations… I am loving life at the Marina…

Las Palmas – Grand Canary September 12, 2011

We only had a day in Las Palmas so we sent directly to the old city which was a 30 minute walk from the marina. Remember that Columbus came here before his sails and this is a huge port town – being part of Europe  – this is a bustling European Port City. It is a bustling city with plenty of traffic… reminding me of a South American city.  Colorful buildings surround us of old and new architecture. Our goal is to find the perfect lunch setting in the old city which we found. If you want to have a delicious lunch in a pretty setting go to Le Recova Vieja. It is also right next to the cathedral and sits as the entrance of the old city. Just beautiful. Our waiter is from Ecuador. His family is here too. There was an enormous migration of Latin Americans to Spain but since the economic recession and lack of work many of them are going back with the help of the Government. The government was actually paying people to leave…. really interesting. Anyway what’s better than local cheeses, fresh bread,  salad and fish for lunch? We drank Tinto De Verano (sangria)… and it was perfect!

Final Sail – Final Destination – Las Palmas to Puerto Rico, Grand Canary Island. September 13, 2011

6 hours.

We rose with the sun and sailed through the enormous port of Las Palmas toward the South. With a 6 hour sail ahead of us this was peanuts compared to the last sails we have done. Oddly I calmed down. Manuel spotted a 7 foot shark in the water and it did not even bother me too much. As Grand Canary Island was in our sights we sailed quietly past the towns, the airport and even fish farms (which by the way are totally depressing. They are enormous cages in the sea… so the fish are trapped! I am now not going to eat farmed fish anymore either!) We pass resort towns and see sand dunes and beach umbrellas that most certainly Germans are sitting under and  as we reach our final destination of Puerto Rico, I can’t believe it… I have sailed for about 150 hours – it is like skiing a double diamond before every skiing a green trail… I did it! We did it! Our voyage was over! At this point, I am throwing lines onto the docks, tying up bumpers and even steering the boat… could it be? Am I becoming a sailor?

The best news was that we had neighbors coming in right after us! It was the Danish Family! After our deck duties Boris, Marianne, Manuel and I enjoyed drinks on their boat “Chili”. Boris has sailed the Pacific Ocean and as we swapped stories of our voyages past and ahead… I feel calmed… I feel proud, I feel lucky to have had this experience…

The morning brings tons of duties while closing up the boat, we give Boris and Marianne our Perishable items, and before we knew we were racing to the airport to techno music in a taxi.

I am en route to Munich while Manuel heads home…

I take Condor Airlines which is an amazing clean smooth flight and even serves dinner! Grand Canary Airport is awesome and their security lines are small as they have the best system. There is a section where people set up and get their trays and then walk to the detectors so there are NO LINES!!! Brilliant!!

As Manuel and I part ways and I board my plane from the runway the old fashioned way – the plane take off towards the north… As I look out my window for the next 2 hours, I fly over the ocean that I sailed on. It looks so calm and serene, I spot a few cargo ships that look like peanuts in the ocean and think of our boat ARGO and what we might of looked like from an airplane flying above. The sunset is so magnificent and I realize that I will never look at the sunset or the sky or the stars or the moon the same again. These celestial beings were our sailing companions as I dream about getting on the ocean again soon to see it from that perspective.

As the land of southern Spain appears beneath  me… what took the plane just 2 hours to cross took our boat 108… simply amazing.

It has been quite an adventure! Thanks for reading!

Love,

Stephanie