As we left Garrucha marina a motorboat came zooming alongside - it was Johan, the electrician, come to wave us off!
The swell was high outside the harbour with long troughs (nothing compared with the Atlantic) but not uncomfortable once we were across the entrance, light winds meant we motor sailed away seven hours in the sun to Mazarron. We are no longer in Andalucia but Murcia on the Costa Calida. After the last two nights of storm swell and the seven hour sail we wanted a quiet nights sleep. So here we are moored alongside a nightclub called IMAGINE in Mazarron marina.
Several people were strolling around, one man spotted our flag and said to his girlfriend: 'Hey there's a Brit.' Then to Greg : 'You alright mate?'
For anyone who doesn't know - this is the machine that lifts boats out of the water...
The swell was high outside the harbour with long troughs (nothing compared with the Atlantic) but not uncomfortable once we were across the entrance, light winds meant we motor sailed away seven hours in the sun to Mazarron. We are no longer in Andalucia but Murcia on the Costa Calida. After the last two nights of storm swell and the seven hour sail we wanted a quiet nights sleep. So here we are moored alongside a nightclub called IMAGINE in Mazarron marina.
Not a sound disturbed our sleep in spite of the bar. This is breakfast after a million zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Local honey, grapes, mandarins, bread and trusty Marmite.
For anyone who doesn't know - this is the machine that lifts boats out of the water...
And because there was no wind we hoisted the main and mizzen sail before motoring out of Mazarron harbour.
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