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Welcome to the Cottage and Theresa Bertrand Tardieu
14 route de Boulogne 62630
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You can book either by calling 03 21 86 27 92 or email: tardieu.bt @ wanadoo.fr

The Farm is located just outside the village towards Etaples.

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We wish you a pleasant stay in the Pas de Calais.

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THE CHARTER OF THE BILLIONAIRE



the early '80s, I had the opportunity to work in Palma de Mallorca on one of these boats are dreaming, moored to the docks of the marinas of luxury ...

the "Orejona" was for sale, and during my stay, she has not left the port.

What I am proposing is a small tour ... follow me, you climb the bridge!





The "Orejona" was a schooner, 100 ', approximately 35 m long. It was built in Holland by the yard Cammenga, on planes De Vries Lentsch. The owner had significantly contributed to the development of the interior.

He had made his fortune in construction, sold his company, and lived aboard his boat for several years.


The boat was built of steel. It contained in its flanks a whopping 15,000 gallons of fresh water and 16,000 liters of diesel! Which already provides considerable autonomy ...

The bridge was of course covered with teak, and it would mirrored in the varnish doors and handrails.

At the foot of the bridge (covered with a red carpet), a bell warned of the arrival of any visitor.

The stern of the boat was built armored steel, to withstand attacks from potential hackers. !

Somewhat surprisingly, the vast cockpit table was removed, his foot turning into looking for machine gun! (Who was on board ...)

The owner was certainly provide, but a little paranoid, especially since this superb unit, capable of rotating around the world, had never exceeded the Balearic archipelago.

On deck, moored in different locations were 5 annexes or small dinghies, enough to occupy a little recreation of the three children who lived on board. Because the boat, given the very deep draft of 3m60, remained mostly at anchor when it was cruising.

On many classic motor yachts, the interior of the "Orejona" were divided into three main parts:


First, a huge lounge, with plush sofas and chairs matched to a large table and pedestal tables. It was the venue of the family.

All rear served what might be called the owner of the apartments: the corridor served on the carpeted rooms: in order "Versailles", "Chambord" and "Trianon" ...
Houses of owner, children, friends ... with a course for each particular bathroom.

A private room was reserved to the owner clean, boyish sort of independent, called the "captain's room, which communicated with the wheelhouse by a spiral staircase.


entire stern of the boat was reserved for "half-moon saloon, a kind of smoker, place of relaxation where were arranged a film projector and an organ with two keyboards.

From the lounge to the front, low-cons, the kitchen was, of course with all the amenities required. A watertight door leading into it allowed to visit, in addition to opening the bridge in the engine room.

the middle of that sat the huge 500 hp engine SUE, arranged around the set with the 3 generators, the bench of Chief Engineer, his office, and wrapped the whole belted countless tubes, gauges, switches and dials various ...

The front part was dedicated to the crew (usually half a dozen English sailors in navigation).

There was first the "crew mess, their dining room and the room on the second, that of a mechanic, that of the hostess, and finally the cockpit at the extreme front, with classics bunks.


The wheelhouse was one of the hotspots of the boat. At the time I speak, no sophisticated instruments, GPS SATNAV or even, they appeared after being. By

against a good-sized radar screen, a machine to make coffee for the helmsman takes the blow, and ... a motorcycle saddle uncomfortable, specially installed so it does not fall asleep


The steering wheel was superb, with a small central copper cap ..

I stayed a little over four months on the boat with his wife and child. Officer visits with brokers, and routine maintenance, work would have been nice if the owner had had the bad idea to try to spend time aboard.

So I added to the list of places I could find by opening the notebook marked "punishments - Desertion! in which he carefully wrote down comments and bullying!

But it's an experience I will certainly not regret!

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TORRENTADA




We arrived the day before in Porto Cristo, on the SE coast of Majorca. The guy at the marina gave us great signs to be positioned at a dock.

Knowing the corner, I was one who saw nothing and went to put me in the face, the public dock: wet anchor on the front, two moorings at the rear. I had the hollow nose rudely not to go to the marina. We'll see why! ...

This morning we woke to rain. Not a rain Breton: What are cataracts of water falling on HAYADORI, our endurance. It is about 6 h. It will last without interruption for about two hours at least.

When the rain stops we hear a noise like a torrent. And it's nice that it is: I open the hood down. The river turned into a torrent of mud latte. Hayadori, like its neighbors (I'm between a ketch English and one American) skidded forward under the force of the current and 45 ° is the dock, just held its moorings by AR.

And descending the river, I see a move ... Ford Fiesta whirling among the dead branches! I realize then that strange things happen. Then

Maldives which is a runaway who is stranded on the beach. And also a big ketch, which is less likely and crashes into the seawall, guys who break ... Both come in front of the marina, which is a spectacle of desolation: disarticulated pontoons, boats tangled, distraught sailors, some who barely had time to dress. We learn later that a half-dozen boats have sunk (and it will also dull the next day just emerging from the water, what a sad spectacle!)

The water continues to rise. I had time to double my moorings, but they start farting under the strong current. Especially a big star to drift as it has come to be stuck in the chain of English, and pulls its weight on our front. The neighbor is neither one nor two, hacksaw, and cut his chain. The star finally released it will continue its path towards the sea ..

It's every man for himself: the U.S. side is clear with business, my wife starts to prepare for us. I put the chain on the back cleats to the dock to hold Hayadori, indeed threatening to leave him as adrift.

Water has now surpassed the level of the dock. I'm still on board to pay my moorings.

And suddenly, it's the recession. Water down almost visibly. But the heel keel Hayadori is mounted on the platform, and retained on its back, before beginning to dive into the water. I dropped the chain, and provides slack in ropes, slides and Hayadori the dock to find a more natural position ...

Obviously this will make the headlines the next day's newspapers. Luckily, there were no dead or wounded. The bridge connects the two parts of the city collapsed under the power of water.

was the "torrentada" ...

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OUT WINTER WITHOUT

It was cold. Even colder at the heart of the night, found Tim. The star, who shone strong, would soon fade, leaving room for a timid sun. It was in late January and the temperature was flirting with zero.

encased in wax-lined several pullovers, Tim was at the helm since the previous evening. He looked small ridges phosphorescent playing catch up to his boat. Yes, it was cold, and yet he would have given her up for anything.

"Only master on board ... The shorthand" thought he. He was accountable to anyone. The only account he could do was that of happiness. Right to be free, above all. Free to choose his way of electing its drop point. And it would end up in the morning in a fishing port, the ones he liked. Because the smell of fish and kelp have a strong perfume, because the colors of the boats are warmer, and that he would find men like him. "Bitch sea ... "they said. But none would want to change jobs.

During one of his last outings, he had spent the night huddled against a wooden hull. A slight friction had emerged from its slumber. Turning the head by the hood, he saw a huge wall that towered several feet, slipping on the harbor water to come and graze: a tuna that was returning ... A calm voice in the dialect accent told him from the height of the boom:
- Sleep, my boy, sleep. Do not you bother to us.
And he fell asleep in earnest, watched by the street lights of the dock, thinking about the delicacy of these fishermen had did their best not to wake him, for he had begun, unknowingly, in their place ...

The day had now been up an hour when he crossed the passes with the tide, and landed along Pier, sailing. After docking, it was finally able to descend into the cabin and make a hot coffee.

the early days of his training, Tim was extensively trained to make sailing maneuvers, docking of a dock or mooring making. He was glad now, because the old engine had a tendency to play tricks on him. And especially for the beauty of movement, to the satisfaction of a successful operation without having taken the easy, for fun.

He felt a sudden fatigue of the night. He closed the lid and let the little gas on, so he created a little heat. Then he lay on his bed, removing her just waxed. His mind fluctuated between waking and sleeping, this second state of dreams and reality. He only had time to cut the gas to reach, before sinking.

Awakened later by the sound of a pinnace which was moored behind him, he remade a coffee, he drank hot, and left.

The sea was high. Nestled between its houses with gray roofs, port wintered. A gull flew chirping in a long plaintive cry, and went on to ask the apple mast of a boat tarp. The sun pierced the difficult and tenuous blue haze that hid the distant.

The east wind which had driven so well that night had softened considerably. "I'll have to take into account to return tomorrow," thought Tim.

He went to the bakery, which was nearby, and bought bread and chocolate, then to the grocery store next door for some food, then pushed the door of one of the bars of the port.

Tim loved this warm and lively cafes fishing, where he rocked the raucous and see who spoke rocky sea

At the bar, he ordered a glass of red. The men were silent when he entered, then the talks had resumed. Two of them were leaning close to him. The oldest, in blue jacket and cap, turned around

- Boaters in the corner by that time, we can not say we see a lot. This is what are you docked at Pier?

- Yes, "replied Tim. Time for breakfast. I sailed that night. I leave everything to Time for
anchor in front of the island. Discusses a few miles. Tomorrow I'm leaving home.

- Hey! ben mon vieux, "said the other, raising eyebrows, is angry ..." I would not put my dog out
. We is not the same, he must go. But when you do not have! ...

A group at the end of the counter had stopped talking. They listened. They expected that Tim would say. They sensed a good story to tell others who were not yet returned, that of the cracked that "makes the boat" when it freezes.

- If I want to navigate, it's off season I can do, "said Tim. I work in a port
craft, and that of others during the holidays there over the job. - The man waved his cap to the boss to fill the glasses - and that suits me perfectly. You see, I love the sea, and I love winter. Water and air have different colors. We see the lights, we will never see clouds in the summer.

- It shows mostly Loved Dog, boy, launched a men's group. The others laughed.
- Bad weather, it is expected, "said Tim. I'm not unconscious. I like the breeze, but I would not throw me in the lion's den. At the port, we follow the weather. Coming here, I was assured of good weather for several days. The anticyclone is well established. I East, in both directions. The cold is nothing, just to hedge.

- Son said familiarly blue cap, as I see you, you'll go far: "If you want to live old seaman, rounded the points ...

- ... and welcomes the cut grain Tim smiled. Then he asked the boss to give a tour.

There was a fisherman, boater more. There were only two men who were drinking sea. They had the same mistress wild and tender, sweet and violent. And they were recognized.

When he left the cafe, Tim saw that the sea had begun to descend. He hastened to swallow something hot, hoisted the sails, and gently lifted off the platform.

"With this breeze, it will take me almost four hours," he thought.

He chose to sleep at anchor at a small beach on the island. After examining his map, he knew he would be sheltered from the wind at night.

Tim loved the charts. He spent long periods in the detail, from a lighthouse beacon, a tip to a handle, which all the names were already dreaming. He tried to imagine the reality, understand the organization of the seascape, and engraved in his memory rocks and riffles, to avoid unpleasant surprises, and to taste his pleasure completely. Because vigilance is not synonymous with anxiety, far from it. Tim knew he was learning to each output, with passion and humility.

- The school of life, real life, "he said aloud. He would often talk.

He had a round tip unhealthy, marked a nasty perch, before he dropped anchor a few feet of water on bottom sand.

The current had slowed the passage, and it was almost night. Tim hastened to note the direction of exit, one that should be taken if - anything is possible - the wind was turning, making it untenable for a night's shelter.

The relief was not very high, but it was enough to cut the wind, which was beginning to build muscles, bringing them into the creek, skirting the edge, the small swell rocked the boat.

Before closing the hood, Tim looked around. He could barely distinguish a hundred yards, the strip of white sand that died in the dark water. Looking up, he was watched over by the first stars. He knew then that he had a place here, tonight, in this icy loneliness that no one would dispute with him. He also knew with the certainty of its meaning, that his night would be quiet.

Tomorrow he would return, her sails supported by the steady breeze that would lead to the port ...

Guy - October 2005



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MAJORCA

Majorca is without doubt the most comprehensive of the Balearic Islands, offering its cliffs of the west coast beaches in the south, its countless coves to the east, and the charms of the north coast.

marinas prices reached highs in recent years, reserving the stopovers in the ports to the well-filled wallets ...

Yet it is not impossible to go around virtually without pay. Except for essential supplies of water and diesel, it is feasible to switch places and "on port side" ... I shall learn probably not much accustomed to the place. So my little issue is addressed primarily to those who have the pleasure of discovering these waters.


Let first Mallorca that in high season (July-August) is almost saturated. But it is still possible not to become entangled in the chain of neighbor. Regarding the direction of turn, it is too uncertain to advise more than the other. However, it is common to find that, following an upwind side, and round a track with changing direction, it also rotates with you, and that he was still in the nose! Let

still in the Bay of Palma in the south of the island towards the east. Apart from the Cala Pi, very narrow and crowded, the first shelter is found CAMPOS (Colonia San Jordi). Small Majorcan village remained fairly authentic there is a good anchorage off the port, sheltered by the island of South La Guardia. (39 ° 18'9 N - 3 ° 00'14 E).


funds are keeping irregular, and the sand will be found towards the bottom, with buoys marking the edge of the beach. A descent in the Annex is very easy. The beautiful beach of Es Carbo is right in the east, also sheltered by the island's south Molton. A report that can be cut between the island La Guardia and the coast. It is at the center of the passage about 2 feet of water. IDPs and disaster can also cut between Molton and the coast, avoiding the large round (about 1 m of water)

Continuing towards the Cabo Salinas, there are two nice coves, and Entugores Caragol it more open to the SW. We distinguish the small archipelago in the south of Cabrera, consisting of several islands and a mainland. Parking and mooring in the latter are subject to authorization (to ask the Commandancia Militar de Palma).

The portion of Cabo Salinas is absolutely superb. White sand bottom create a water color turquoise, and it's like floating in a pool. The passage being honest, can be steep coast lined with nearly harmless.

whole SE coast of Majorca is indented many coves, which I do do not list, they are too numerous. To each according to discover the prevailing wind.

If you had a quote, I will discuss the Cala Mitjana (39 ° 23'15 N - 3 ° 14'93 E).
It makes a bend as soon as the starter, but a flag pole on the shore can locate it. Entirely private (except the sea, still happy!) Is anchored in the deepest possible (depending on the square), surrounded by lawns, gardens and rockeries of the most beautiful effect. Regardless of

calas, this coast has 3 major ports, which contain supplies. Going from south to north, Porto Petro, Porto Colom Porto Cristo and allow a shelter, while remaining at anchor.

In Porto Petro, (39 ° 21'64 N - 3 ° 12'79 E) they anchored right next to the small port of operetta.
If one plans to stay on board, it may be possible to find a hotel vacancy, even let him free on demand.

Porto Colom (39 ° 25'12 N - 3 ° 15'94 E) provides the best shelter that you can imagine. A marina was constructed in the background. But many safes are available for passage to the docks of the old port.
It is also possible to anchor on anchor in the cove SW Bassa Nova, reserved for small drafts (1 m to 1.50 m of water). A small fee is requested from some, unfortunately, even in this case. But the landing is very easy schedule.

Porto Cristo is at the mouth of a river.
It is possible to anchor just after the first bend, but space is expensive, and heavy traffic! Unless a place becomes available to the public wharf (left bank, opposite the marina), with relatively reasonable prices.

A final port is located before the Cape of Pera, NE tip of Majorca. It Cala Ratjada. Relatively large fishing port, and especially very ... Germanized!

After the Cabo de Pera, the coast bends to the NW. A shelter can be found in Cala Molto (39 ° 43'71 N - 3 ° 27'31 E), a short distance from Cape.

Between Cabo del Freu Farrutx and Cabo, the coast is steep and can be prolonged without problems. On the road, there are a large rock isolates of Farayo Aubarca (or Farallon). The passage between the rock and the earth is healthy.

Farrutx Between Cabo and Cabo Formentor, there are two large windows open to the NE: the Bay of Alcudia, and that of Pollensa.

Just south of Cabo Farrutx, is nestled a small shelter of Es Calo (39 ° 46'22 N - 3 ° 20'02 E)
enchassé superb location at the foot of pristine hills all habitations. A small pier fire extinguished allows easy landings, but reserved for small drafts (1,50 foot).

The bottom of the Bay of Alcudia is of little attractions: funds unhealthy urbanized landscape (too). Alcudia is a commercial port and marina important. However, it is very possible to practically wet foot shopping port and hence to make a refueling schedule. funds are sandy grassy good performance. (39 ° 50'22 N - 3 ° 07'86 E)

the east of the port, there is also a very pleasant anchorage in the Isle Aucanada with supermercado nearby. The transition to land between the island and the land is impractical.

By continuing to Cabo del Pinar, which separates the two bays, one will find an anchorage in a beautiful nature to Coll Baix, its only drawback being to be often wheeler. (39 ° 51'8 N - 3 ° 11'31 E).

The Cabo del Pinar doing some sort of tip, are three small coves on the south side Pollensa. Tiny beaches of white sand, they are unfortunately military zone, which pushes the anchor in funds already significant (ten meters).

By continuing along this side of the SE Bay of Pollensa the tiny port of Bonaire (El Cocodrilo) allows a small supply, laying off the piers if the wind is favorable.

A word about the weather in the bay in summer. The sea breeze sets them very regularly NE, rising in the late morning, reaching its maximum (force 4 / 5, rarely more) in the late afternoon, and falling at night. By cons of nocturnal thunderstorms occur there frequently. They can be violent.

Pollensa offers an anchorage area is quite extraordinary, in the NW of the bay. Between the tip Avanzada (39 ° 63'9 N - 3 ° 06'6 E) and port funds do not exceed 3 m of water over a distance of several miles. This leaves room for wet. It was spoiled for choice. Numerous vessels are anchored there. Dead bodies began to be intallation. With a little luck and a quiet morning, we can find a concrete block (remnant of the civil war) on which it is easy to moor (diving in 2 m of water).


Pollensa is one of the most chic Majorca (prices for that matter!): A succession of small beaches bordered by pine trees, relatively preserved architecture ... Between the marina itself and the seaplane base (we see often Canadairs Train), it is not the place that is missing. The funds are held good, and the water almost too hot (lack of substance!) Another popular anchorage is located on the W side of the tip Avanzada.

Leaving the bay of Pollensa, two small coves, and Murta Engossauba allow a temporary halt.

Cape Formentor marks the end of NE Mallorca. Being totally steep, it may be time very closely. Any

the NW coast of Mallorca offers a rugged beauty. Puig Major peaks over 1400 meters, and when the sea is calm, you could imagine navigating a mountain lake. By cons

this coast has only one real shelter, port Soller. Nestled between the mountains surrounding it allows a shelter near perfect, then the narrow entrance widens into a circle. One part is reserved for the English Navy. It would matter to adapt it to the craft.
Maybe this is it done? Anyway, a single platform offering a very limited number of places, and boats are anchored just outside the beach buoys. But places are expensive ... If a teammate is sacrificed to the "quarter-wetting," the tour not to miss is that which leads to the port town of Soller, on the interior. The small Tram is the most picturesque, and the ride is worth the detour. For those who have more time, you can also reach across the mountains from many tunnels, the city of Palma in a train style "western". What to do if possible ... In some

this coast may seem monotonous in the long run. Yet the beauty of this coast is a place quite remarkable. Perhaps the descent will she fully under spinnaker? One can always hope. Otherwise, it will be the engine, to see the island of Dragon, the SW tip of Majorca.

Just opposite the cult-charming village of San Telmo offers a good opportunity wetting, relatively little used elsewhere.

Coast now facing SW, independently of several coves, some important (Paguera, Santa Ponsa) allows a shelter at the port of Andratx. (39 ° 32'6 N - 2 ° 23'8 E).
When left on the left against the causeway, is wetted just before the South Pier, funds held on average (rock slabs locally).

Going to Cala Figuera, which marks the entrance of Palma, one can go, remaining at the center, between the coast and the island del Toro.

In the Bay of Palma itself, there are several coves, temporary shelter (or nocturnal if time permits). Unlike Pollensa, the sea breeze from SW in the Bay of Palma, at the same times ...

A last word of Islets. This small island allows anchorage of one side or the other, depending on the wind (39 ° 31'8 N - 2 ° 35'3 E).

It is already there at the gates of the city. It also saturated with several marinas that expensive, I say nothing, but regrets his public dock cheap, or the ability to anchor in front of the Paseo Marítimo, all things now banned ...

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MARINAS MARINE THE FIRST TIME AND GOOD START BIG


story of a cruise Azores-France in 1978


SEA FIRST
Memorabilia Cruise France 1978
Azores-Horta, Faial Island - Azores. To my great regret, I could see the island's port. There was no time to make the visit, and another unexpected setback (cases of Mark, one of the crew, trapped in Madrid) has allowed us to stay two more days.

Horta remains for me a memory hushed, half-tones, almost silent, and I do not care or noises or odors. Cons by the swarm of images themselves and shoving ...

This huge mole, I long for the second time, when so many names are carved in stone or painted, some famous, most unknown. Naive drawings or works of art, they coexist, overlap, mingle each other, sometimes overlapping a previous testimony. They also came by sea, divided by the sea, loved this port and this country. All the stories of these great names, of Slocum Van de Wiele, say the wild beauty of the islands, the kindness of their inhabitants. For how long? ...

solitary walk, want to escape from the others to taste the country better, to receive images seen deepening them. Today shore, tomorrow the open sea ... The broad tomorrow? Moment that passes and no more, never be the same. What hours are reserved for me?

Time is always foggy, preventing him from seeing Pico dominate us, but we know now, just after the pier. One of these days in October French, with the sweetness of the air than that envelops you and you feel secure. Oh what a beautiful sailing we do, that the sea seems attractive when the ground is warm, like today.

should go a long way to go "in town", walk past construction sites, the customs building. Then the little pier, which are nestled among the boats, so delicately painted, and so fine: boats lake for the killing. The harpoon sinks ... the line queue. The ancient art it would be courage?

Day festivities, cloudy and joy to the heart. Since this morning, Horta is ready. The bands of the other islands are coming, and the local saint will be paraded through the streets. Here the secular to the religious mingles naturally. What fervor and faith which emanate from these simple people, different, preserved in the middle of the ocean. The musicians parade slowly, pausing at times to wait and see the procession. Then come the schools. Because they are beautiful, children Azorean! Their eyes are as blue black lava that is their country. A strange race, or inbreeding could be feared degeneration, and that seems so pure. Contemplation of the crowd is really impressive. Is this the beginning of knowledge so close makes me want to stay wild, learn more about these lovable people, to discover the best? Stay, yes, stay only a few more days. Ah! if I was alone ... One day I will return. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

The wind reached a part of the sky, taking away the haze, causing more clouds. The water level in the ewe gusts falling from mountains, and mast vibrates sometimes. Bad weather? Of course I think about it, perhaps waiting for us there outside. My baptism with the risk of being washed off. But I'm not here just for this?

As time passes, the nervousness in the rest of my crew wins. Stay longer, yes. But since I know it is not possible, then leave. Is it the anxiety that creeps insidiously into me? No, this is a difficult emotion to express even more to master. The same voice that triggered the timer counting down the seconds before departure, at the time of hill climbing. This sense of excitement for me is the moment where nothing happened yet, but also where nothing is as before. If I were to summarize it, it would be a thought: "Desire to do well." But is it not pretty much the motto which appears in French on the pedestal of a statue in a garden of Horta?

Azores, Horta. The images of the early lead in others, are resurface, interconnected. ... Port of Horta, how do you leave without having mentioned the Cafe Sport, who can gather all by himself all the nostalgia of all the pubs in the world? Peter and the boss, which summarizes and personifies the Azores and temperament so special: the kindness, selflessness above all, become so rare nowadays. ... Where are you now, fellow-stop birds of passage: English blonde on his fifty, people of Galapagos, Damien and the others? ...

First night aboard the boat. Sleep does not come easily. Images run through my head: plane, airport. I wake up in a single bound, climbs the stairs down and fixed, hallucinating, light orange and flood the deck of a warship docked right behind us Portuguese. Sleep had to come. ...

First meeting: Mark on the plane taking us to Spain. First contact with other team members. A good team, I think. The air is sweet and clear skies. The walk is nice to go downtown; affinities emerge, jokes fuse. Tomorrow is decided, we leave. So tonight, the last dinner ashore, with lots of butter and fries for the French wine and Pico.

Make fuel, the latest provisions, identify the various maneuvers. The wind blows fresh. Start sailing from the dock. All images are accelerating. We're outside. Goodbye ... Horta

Rather stirred Faial Channel, and the first contacts with the steering wheel are really confusing ...! Nice wake-tooth saw this look of reaching. Anyway, my classmates seem to have the same problems - except Michael and Philip, who arrived from West Indies - which earned us our first lesson in practical work by Raymond, our skipper - While the less you taste ... turn, the better it goes.

Her eyes so blue, washed out all the water spray from all received during his years of Bourlingue, his eyes were laughing so often assault. His mouth off quietly the words one by one, as he does every time he explains. Seek to understand today with us tomorrow to others, his passion for teaching can not be separated from his love of the sea without a boat Raymond? Unthinkable, but also boat without students.

Faial is diluted in the twilight; Pico is finally showing, for a farewell, a nod, the drowned body in the clouds. The remains of meals eaten in the cockpit to leave the sea skipper remains outside alone and at night surrounds us: the first night at sea ... Trying to sleep ... Taken from quarter to two hours.

Elie teamed with me. The Swiss computer scientist born in Greece, skin matte East intensely fixed the compass rose, half hidden by the small copper cupola. He left her for a while Nestle milk cartons, but kept his accent.

more wind. We glide in the phosphorescence even a node. Tirelessly headlights Graciosa, Sao Jorge correspond. Magic of the night. Gentle and quiet. These blowers discrete, these lines of greenish glow around the hull: our first dolphins who visit us. The change of scenery is then total: porpoises and soft breezes, night shift and fires unknown; pretty emotional moments to hold your breath

With the dawn the wind came back, and we allow a change headsail. Graciosa begins to fade in a haze, Terceira stands far to starboard. The wide before us, the real one, that we will see more land before a dozen days. Terceira, Azores last vision ...

The sea air, which swells the chest and the sails of the boat is there and there. Downwind, force 5 to 6, deep blue and white sheep, clear sky and blazing sun. My God that navigation is pretty! I will remain so throughout the morning to enjoy my pleasure, lying in the rear, my guitar between the arms. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

. Night shift, heavy eyelids and a headache, which is growing. The hours are long! This angina that I hang for several days, and I tried to ignore since I left, this evil that makes me wince to swallow won. The hours passed, and I can not get to sleep, punctuated by the change of shifts which I no longer participates, burning with fever.

The days pass, one, two, three, four ... So, lying on the couch, getting up only to swallow as the bowl of broth made by Raymond, I wonder what I'm damn well come here, and I rise to hate this life at sea as I wanted to love, to want to share any anything against the decision of this upwind sailing, boat typing in the waves. -

You know, I said to Mark, I love anything in the boat, I can not find right now. But of course, how could he understand that he is healthy, and that rhymes with quart bar, rest with dodo?

The wind blows and blows forcefully upwards. It is night, "Similou" dark blind and violently slap in each hollow. Very suddenly a strong gust of heel, and the anti-roll bar not only kept me much trouble. I hear the skipper say, "that one, I could not avoid it."

One of the guys through the square, drawing back a sail bag: Raymond decided to put the storm. And all of a sudden, total change for that wind strength and sea: the boat is at the cape, and no longer remains a slight sway, even the voice of the elements seems to have subsided.

Of all these days and nights spent at the bottom of this confusing fog of feverish memories I still feel like a bad dream. And then slowly, I took my place in the team. First day shifts, followed by those of night. The cruise continued.

Quarterfinals day at the bar, relaxed, with nothing but the sea around this limitless visibility and a way to go, so small and narrow, it forces the eye to look at the compass every minute.

Quarter night without tense, whispered words, quickly extinguished lamp, square chocolate taste so tasty. It's cold outside and we're not above that with the waxed jackets and sweaters, mittens and heavy to steer. Where is the reality of a time alizéen, has long dreamed of and symbolizing for me this trip? Playful breezes, headwind, cold winter. Not really, Atlantic at this latitude can not play the tropics.

Day after day, we win in the east, and lies on the road map. Sextant, magical instrument. Initiation is accomplished, and I now tu the sun, I can be in the liquid universe around us. Visual impression of being in the same place on the moving carpet, denied by those items on the map.

breezes crazy that we receive on the bow require us to make long edges, and the timing of a point often disappointing in view of the zigzag stitch drawn on paper. La Coruna is on starboard, a hundred miles. Dream of call which goes ... Once again, back one day, alone can decide on the continuation or stopping, pointing the nose of the boat to where I see fit, to chart the points arising from my decisions. Patience ... "Before being captain," says the proverb. I now know that anything is possible, if I want, and when I can. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ....

Last night shift. We will see the earth, the earth today. For now, we distinguish only the bow, embedded in a dense curtain of rain. Rain and wind, rumbling sound: the storm is near.

all fours, I'm progressing forward. At the hawse, well watered by the seas launched horizontally, I pull a good length of chain and hit back at the foot of a brace, while the rest with water: the mast for lightning, continuity of the iron allows the "launch" of lightning ... in theory! I prefer not having to check visually. An arrival, it watered! I soaked it returns to the cockpit where Elijah, dripping and stoic, working to negotiate the highest waves.

And, as always, just after rain or shine. And the first light of day we are left with a quarter amount, not wanting to miss when we descry the land.

And after the nice weather comes the mist ...! Since yesterday, the goniometer being broken, only estimates allows us to locate the island of Yeu. So we are all on deck, meaning outstretched, eyes fixed on imaginary horizon, crossed a half-mile slick that by padding that surrounds us in its cocoon. The boat heeled only makes its way by a light wind. What a contrast between the calm of the elements and the tension we feel!

is very vague at the beginning, a sort of dark aura which contrasts with the gray room. And then, very quickly unfolds the tall Lighthouse Dogs Perrins, the northwestern tip of the island. Intense emotion, joy exploded. We managed a perfect landing.

We see the land for the first time in fourteen days from Terceira in the Azores. We reached the road between our wire two islands ... And this vision out of the mist at this precise moment, holds the magic for me, as it is true that sea I felt the feeling of being out of nowhere to get anywhere, to be beyond time and space ... The immateriality, maybe the sea? What could I wish What else back?

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Many dream about it, some do ... Going to sea and live on board for one year or longer. A lifestyle choice that requires certain provisions ...


When we speak of the "big start ", it is often the ideal boat issue, destinations, means of subsistence ...

But" what about "the sailor or crew? Yet thereof will depend largely successful or failure of the experiment.

Some are probably more talented than others accéder.C there is what I propose to speak here ...

I think we should first wring the neck of some beliefs, including the statement, if it is tinged with humor, in my opinion reflects a rather simplistic conception of the world think there marin.Je the "boat is the way the slowest, most uncomfortable, etc. ...", or "the two happiest days are those when you buy a boat, and when it is sold ..."

Whoever, in the depths of himself, thinks that there is some truth is certainly not ready for departure. For it is no longer making circles in the water, but to radically change lifestyles, and precisely the move constantly between day where we buy and when it sells.

Therefore basically a love boat strong enough to devote his time (and money, I will return) and make it a lifestyle. What for one will just appear and inconvenience for the other performance and satisfaction. This avoids a lot of people, simple observation.

must also naturally have a taste for travel. But secondarily, because if the journey is the priority, why not a camper? As I read recently, "navigos" rarely see the inside of the countries visited. It is undoubtedly true (unless you have sufficient means), but it seems to me that this is not the priority, it remains the sea

leaving, it is well to penetrate that what was a recreational navigation (weekend or holiday) will become a way of life of its own (how many O), and his boat habitat for many months or more.

For some who build, the result will not only mark the end of their efforts, but also and especially the access to this new life they sometimes wait a long time.

Presumably to start a business as long term, their love of the sea and sailing is puissant.Cependant can sometimes see some automakers, too, without wanting to admit, found their happiness with their hands to shape the object of their dreams, more than in his later use ... and start building the "meter longer.

After all, why not? "The Faith is more beautiful than God ... "

There comes the moment to cast off." Hoist the jib, everything is paid

...". Obviously, let alone run, with all the stench that the word has a pejorative, free posting of consumer goods which we make our ordinary experience will be better that he not only suffered, but waited, hoped to see.

For what good from a boat sailing, if only to recreate board or call the conditions of life that we just leave?

I mean the thousand and one ties that link us to the world and its vortex : Television, radio, newspapers, magazines ...

Some exclaim that these lines is the time of Christopher Colom, is that neither Neanderthals or australopithecines.

I reply: do you really tried to do without all these things if necessary?

So if you leave, make a small this.You see that it adapts very well, and found the flavor of the evenings, the warmth of the meetings and the taste for good books.

But of course, as he navigates each veut.On is free.

Ah, freedom precisely! Is not it that we Research along the great listening? Yes, it's probably one of the keys to happiness, and happiness on the water. But we must not delude ourselves.

If one leaves one's chains, is to find others.

Without doubt it is freer, the guy who goes with his backpack. Because the boat asked that we take care of him (but when you love, you do not count) and where a ... Free

also pointing the bow where you will, yes, but in a still frame, taking into account the seasons ...

And probably most importantly, to enjoy his new life, one must also be free in his head. Freedom does taste good unless it is accompanied by an absence of worry, or at least reducing, wherever possible.

financial concerns: they can ruin a large cruise began auspiciously. If life on the water stress generated by lack of resources, I doubt that happiness is the rendezvous. But again, everything is a matter of scale, and each a minimum ... .

family or emotional concerns, in the broadest sense. A topic rarely addressed, yet important one.

loneliness is not like me for a "lack of freedom." It would Instead, to simplify things ... That said, there are also two solitudes, at sea or not. The vast majority of "travelers sailors" being a couple, I think there are still some provisions are needed for long distance sailing smoothly.

A couple is two people. Two guys, a man / woman ... What is important is to look in the same direction, with a goal and common tastes. I do not know if on earth there are "differences that enrich," but I think they separate at sea aboard plutôt.A or stops, there are few loopholes, and no doubt a couple s 'intends to moderately earth does not end up turning their backs on mer.C is also a frequent cause of failure of the trip.

Suitcases emotional, but also those that are left behind on shore. And it's not the easiest to manage. To those who remain, and are concerned about the departure of carrier pigeons, or sadden them, I would say that "love is wanting happiness of others, without necessarily taking part."

The boat is solid? The valiant crew? The bags not too heavy, and freedom awaits you ...

It seemed to me that curiosity and altruism, combined with some extraversion and a provision for languages were advantages to the credit of a successful trip.

Nobody's perfect, and everyone does it with a. However, some have more facilities than others to fit the mold sailor. This does not hold true to the size of the boat, but the possession of values in line with this kind of vie.Une life so different than here perhaps more than elsewhere, the 'important c' is to love. "

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"My island, I searched far and wide, until I realized that my island is my boat "(G. Janichon)

past three years, where I had the chance to live aboard my boat, to alternate ports and anchorages, wintering and cruises, I have often thought about this sentence especially in recent times, before stopping for reasons beyond my control ...

Some get their island to the other side of the world, whereas permanent life boat is already a world in itself, which is comparable to nothing else. If they can add to the joys earned from a great trip, no doubt they will be thrilled.

The world nomads water can not be understood by the very people who constitute it. A world of joys and pleasures of daily discoveries, not just a collection of postcards, but the rich and varied human encounters it brings. We are all so connected by the same passion, and above all we share the same lifestyle and probably the main thing.

Oh! of course everything is not always rosy, there is the price for this kind of freedom: the galleys various bullshit the engine, the nights almost white, and sometimes even small prayers that "it takes", or that it does "not more annoyed" But when

it stops when you must sit the bag down, find ways of life that we had become strangers, worries that we had no idea, strange hectic world around us, well then, that does it hurt! It is an amputation without anesthesia. A void, a craving ... Yes, the journey to the sea, life boat, is a drug, a hard drug.
For my part, I expect that when I can start to find the underwater world. I do not know if it is that of happiness, but that suits me better.

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They are in them the wisdom of their folly, that of wanting to escape to a world in which they do not recognize ...


"A mi no me gusta los gitanos del Mar. .." (I hate the sea gypsies). The big English mechanic I had in front of me has used this term for the first time, and I thought it was fair enough.

As long as I had enough to pay for its repair, I would still be excused from his thoughts!

gypsies of the sea .. The sea nomads.

At sea, on land as well as elsewhere, there are two types: sedentary and nomadic. Perhaps this second type he goes back from the depths of age, when before settling in one place, men were moving permanently ...

Nowadays, the need for a permanent life boat, and the desire for a sea voyage covers reality many faces

mutual fund at all, you can feel the love of travel, discovery, and especially the sea (because other means of travel available)

For some, this will be the culmination and realization of a dream, finally available after a lifetime of toil.

For others, it will also and especially what I call the "positive leakage", the desire to leave a life form that does not satisfy them or more, to find values that society is unable to provide.

motivations of those who share can be so different, and the reasons to combine.

But there may be a hidden cause, the more deeply buried in the heart of man ... The

to get lost in the immensity, plunging back into childhood, rebaigner in amniotic fluid of the sea-mother? So loved, so hated, or caressing beautiful bitch ...

Once started, the nomads are often the same places. This is normal, because "like attracts like". It is a floating community that is done and rearranged according to the roads, which converge or diverge.

That's one of the charms of this life: what would the desert without the Tuareg? What would the landscape without human presence?

approach other cultures, discovery of other types of companies, while remaining in the marine world, one that became theirs. This

marine world so rich and diverse, made of alternating crossings of solitude and warmth found.

Among those that called the sea, there will be politicians who will continue the journey, others will stop en route for various reasons: financial, family, or simply because it was not really on their way ...

Some will experience this life for a few months or years ... Others adopt it permanently.

Because we do not make any illusion: the great journey of never let intact.

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entire southern tip of the Algarve is a mixture of earth and water, large lagoon where the sea enters only through narrow passes. This is the ultimate goal of "BAHIA" ...

From the exit of the Rio Guadiana in Cape Santa Maria, main entrance of the lagoon, there is only thirty miles to go. We enjoy the ebb and say goodbye to River. Driven by a north wind, the banks soon parading.

At the exit, the sea is beautiful, and we take a small shortcut among the sandbanks, the pollster telling us between 2 m and 1 m 50. But after two hours, the wind dropped and the engines are started.

We stand at a safe distance from the coast, because fisheries seaward. By a mirage, we see the dunes as tall as cliffs, while their height does not exceed a few meters.

Apart Tavira, several passes are unmarked connect the lagoon with the ocean, forming small islands of sand. But we must seek the main entrance to the lighthouse in Santa Maria.

It is important to go with the flow, because even in neap tides, it is strong in the pass. This mass of water trapped in between and land evacuated by a narrow channel. The regulars of the Morbihan Gulf would not be bewildered!

It is equally advisable to enter the lagoon on a clear day, the wind against the tide can create challenging conditions. We shall feel when our departure.

After we leave the lighthouse to starboard, we pride ourselves on the markup of entry, and then we feel the full force of the flow, which propels us inside. The banks soon parading, the buoys are laid in swirls of water load.

In fact, only the bottleneck is subject to this pressure, because very soon, once inside, everything is calm and slows. Many fishing boats are wet along the beach.

Far away on our left, we distinguish Faro. A little on our right Olhao. The lagoon is divided into two main channels trails leading to these two cities. But yet the sea is almost full, it is a vast lake, dotted with many poles that indicate the benches.

must carefully follow the signs, for without it the risk of stranding are great, even at high tide, if it is not convenient places.

We pass on our right Culatra Island, the place we choose to wet. It has been indicated by several friends of the "loop multihull" ... For now we see that many boats on moorings or anchor in front of the pier tip Caïs.

The fishing village sheds Culatra extends over the dune, low houses, many of whom come to the beach. Can we distinguish

poles behind a point, that "we must overcome. Sounder depths indicates strongly December parishes: 10 m it moves quickly to 2 m and 1 m! We're going to color water: blue-green, it must pass, yellow-ocher shallows ...

Cove is a perfect shelter, almost circular in shape, and the pass is narrow. Some two dozen multihulls is stranded on strike, amor for most tides of spring tides.

Basically, only, I am surprised to recognize the trimaran buddy "Zampano," known in France at various times. We'll talk.

We position ourselves at the center of the cove, and anchored in a 50 m of water. The noise of the chain stopped, we are at the center of silence ... No cars on the island of Culatra, no noise other than a fisherman who falls off toward the village. We are at the end of the world ...

Annex after launching, I oar to the boat "Zampano" who, in good hermit ocean, watching me get inside his boat. Big surprise, discussions, and invited aboard for a drink. It remains to dinner tonight (the other days for that matter!)

After a tour of the Atlantic in a mono, he built the trimaran 17 m of plywood, and now lived here for seven long years. This means he knows the area well, the habits and customs of its inhabitants. Among

multihulls stranded on the beach, many are vacant, some occupied by their owners. Often loners, English, German, Dutch, came to ask their Wharram Culatra on strike, and perhaps waiting for the tide is high enough to go ...

Others have definitively abandoned the idea of brand new navigation, and found in this piece of land lost to a shelter ... and free!

is the case of the boyfriend, who had to push her a sort of HB 30 hp, rusting at the coast, and has recovered to propel a 9.9 that runs on a roll!
Suffice to say it leaves more rarely its handle.

the night, "Bahia" has failed in the herbarium mud lining the bottom. Unsuccessful test of descent: the mud is too soft and you sink above the knee. We will wait for high tide to get attached.

Some two hundred yards separating us from the ocean. Crossing the dunes, we'll take a bath. Wave formed, and we barboton in rolls ...

The next day, waking at 6 am. It's time to go aground on the beach and the sea begins to descend. An anchor on the back, toe, front shot on the wreck of a canoe, fishing which nothing remains but the skeleton, and we ask flat (PHOTO) The post-

noon, we will cross the village to take the shuttle bus to the city Culatra of Olhao. The streets are lined with sand, narrow, winding through the small houses, some very pretty. To homes of fishermen, permanent residents, were joined residences of "city people" who find in this place for rest and reflection.

The contrast is great on arriving in Olhao, noisy and rather dirty city. Once the supply is, we identify the new marina, not yet complete. Several boats are hulks, and if they receive no amenities, free is an advantage!

In the evening, back to the boat, the breeze rises from the earth, bringing with it all the daytime heat buildup. It is difficult to sleep other than in the cockpit.

The next day we come out of the cove to anchor farther along the shore of the island. We seek grope in the passage between the benches, sometimes in less than a meter of water!
We clearly see the sand beneath the scroll hulls, and I expect to plant me a moment to another. As the flood, it would not be very serious.

Finally we arrive safely at the place chosen to spend the night, and once more "Bahia" wrecked it without even noticing.

It's Sunday, and many small boats (and unfortunately some jet-skis, even here!) Crisscross the lake. But by evening he no one left, and we can enjoy the quiet in nightfall.

It is time to leave this strange place, water and sand. We are much closer to the pass NE of the island, but it is not marked, and for several days as the swell was swollen, and the surf breaking discourage any attempt.

relongerons We therefore leave the island to the lagoon from the main channel. The ebb tide pushing us, the boat accelerates. The swell of him faces south, and creates a few hundred meters a cauldron in which "Bahia" is shaking.

imagine what that must be beginning with a gale! The pass would be impractical to move on ...


Olhao The lagoon is a paradise for sailing dinghies and multihulls. To all my friends who are fortunate to have a small draft, I highly recommend cruising in these waters. No doubt they will not regret it.

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GUADIANA FARO, THE RIVER WILD

given the enthusiastic description of buddies who Mariners had passed, "BAHIA" pointed his bow over the Rio Guadiana in southern Portugal. It has was not disappointed.


After descending along the English coast, and the passage of the Strait of Gibraltar, so we found the waters of the Atlantic, we left three years ago. We must therefore get used to the tides and currents, the "Big Blue" and its dolce vita tend to sleep a little sailor with the ease it provides, in addition to his sudden anger sometimes.

We have before us the Bay of Cadiz, with the ultimate goal in the Algarve, its going up rivers, including the Rio Guadiana to the border between Spain and Portuguese. Reading guides (sometimes old), but especially the incentive of several friends had been dating the main destination of the cruise.

The first step is to Sact Petri River, south of Cadiz. Who said tidal currents said, sandbars, and alignments (not very visible). Then it will be an anchor (the marinas are excluded) at the entrance to the river of Huelva, large industrial city, which really does not attract us.

Cap on El Rompido, a river separated from the Atlantic by a narrow dune that stretches nearly five miles. Sandbanks, a buoy Landing moved and strong currents will give us some heat to enter. " Cons by wetting before the village is friendly to both headlights, and we spend several days at anchor in the river upstream. Solitude and tranquility guaranteed. There simply walk across the dunes - off a few hundred yards - to go across sea-bathing!

It is time to see this famous Guadiana, which we heard so much good. The wind is pretty cool for several days, force 5-6, reinforcing the afternoon. The entrance to the Guadiana, crowded schools, is well marked laterally, and offers no major problems. It is recommended to go with the flow, which will push us to Vila Real de San Antonio on the Portuguese side.

The city stands out clearly from the English cities: coquettish ornaments and houses, clean streets. By changing the contrast of country is strong. Almost opposite of Vila Real is the English town of Ayamonte, where we will stop in return. In recent years, a suspension bridge links the two shores and two countries, just after Ayamonte. The available height is 22 m high sea, the mast of "Bahia" pass without problems with his 14m50. As the day, the wind dies down a lot at slack low tide is the time we choose to ascend the river, so we returned the waves. The banks once past the bridge is quite flat.

We see many fincas in ruins, on each bank. As to the return, the banks otok, vegetation becomes denser. And 3 h after the start, we drop anchor at Guerreiros. A wharf is connected by a passerrelle to the bank. The village seems asleep a few lights, crushed heat. It must be said that the temperature approaching 35 degrees! No tax payable, the dock is free as long as there is room. Only a few small fishing boats are moored.

The next day, some nice Belgian moored behind us. They are roundtrip Belgium-Guadiana every year! Fortunately a wind strong enough to temper the heat, and the local beer too ... Somehow we manage to make ourselves understood with a fisherman at the local bar, which tells us that further up the river, it is even hotter. This is where we go ...

The third day of departure is decided. Always a head wind between 20 and 25 knots. After multiple attempts to repair the HB of the Annex, a mechanic from the corner managed to do spit for 5 euros and a glass of Malaga! Unfortunately it makes the soul shortly after. (Motor, not the mechanic!)

Depart 16 am, with the beginning of the stream. The river banks are wild. We pass the small town of Alcoutim, which makes for a village on the English shore. Many boats are anchored there, anchors or mooring. This is the final destination for many of those upriver.

We still twists in the maze, more and more steep and wooded. Herons and storks are only slightly disturbed by our passage. Finally one last elbow Pomarao discovered, the terminus of our ascent. A small town warmth and crushed white, beneath which are two jetties. It is 38 degrees in the shade, "only" 30 ° in the boat!

We descend to the ground and assemble in the village, only to refresh our coffee shop. This is the "sociedad" bar where we taste the City "sagres locale for ... 40 cts euros.! On the terrace Donminique River. We are quickly informed Gwillem and his wife, an English couple who have chosen Pomarao as places to live aboard their sailboat, Richard English, too, the painter who lives on a lonely old Colin Archer ferro, waiting to move into the ruins he retypes on one bank. Neighbors table, without saying a word, we tend garlic bread and chorizo. The Portuguese hospitality ...

the evening breeze always blows, luckily, but the heat is still very strong. According to locals, this temperature is normal for the season, but not the wind. What would that be! The next day, we meet a couple of young French, moored in the river with their Ombrine 8 m. They live here year round, and try to survive by making the masonry in the fincas to retype.

The village is replenished only twice per month, per truck. Gwillem we propose to take us in his old R 5 Mertola to do the grocery shopping, 25 km. In theory, the Guadiana can be traced back to Mertola. But the sandbars at water and rocks to try to discourage shipment, except with a practice area.

record: 41 degrees in the shade and the wind calmed down. " We buy cheap tarp to try to make an awning covering the whole boat letting the little air there a. 35 ° in the boat at night, we prefer to sleep in the cockpit. But the morning temperature "falls" to 20 °, which awakens us.

Last day to Pomarao, where I made a few videos. The breeze has picked up strength. Farewell friends English and Portuguese in this part of Europe after "the last true wilderness area" after Gwillem. We descend the river with a stop at Laranjeiras, along a small jetty to meet us the next day at Ayamonte.

During our stay, which lasted a week Pomarao fact, we saw very few boats pass: not even a half-dozen. Grand'monde not take the trouble to go up so high, and those who came were turned back. For lovers of the picturesque, calm and tranquility, including myself, the scenery is insured in this country still virgin tourist. Only the heat was tempered a little stay, but it is true that it was the heatwave in France, so ...

We then continue our journey towards the lagoon Faro-Olhao, the Isle Culatra a strange land which I will discuss another time.

Guy