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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" ...

Dreammatte Mouse Concelaer

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 ...