Before we left we saw the festivities for the Feast of the Assumption on 15th August. The day before the procession, as we walked along the cooler shaded backstreets near the marina, we noticed lots of women working at wiring flowers together. Of course the next day all was revealed as these were made into huge flower arrangements to display the statues of saints on for the procession. In the fishing harbour all the boats were decked out with colourful flags as well. The town was heaving with crowds so it was a good job we set off early to find a suitable place to view the parade. The heat was oppressive with not even a hint of a breeze and I have no idea how the men, dressed in suits, managed to carry the heavy statues from the church through the streets for hours.
In the evening we were perfectly placed on our boat to watch the impressive firework display on the harbour wall. It was all very pleasant except for those maroons which were not pretty but just ear-splitting and they lasted for the whole fortnight leading up to procession.
We explored the town of Povoa and decided that it was a good place to stop to over-winter as we had run out of holiday time. The marina staff were helpful, it was cheap and there were plenty of little shops and a small supermarket in easy walking distance of the marina. With cheap flights from nearby Porto airport and a train service to get you there it was the perfect option. The only downside was the noise. on the way in to the marina we were startled by the sounds of gun shots which we later learnt were fired on the hour to celebrate the feast of the Assumption.
The beautiful baroque church opposite the Marina.
In the Summer of 2007 Steve and I, with our son Alex, sailed Kaivalya back to the Mediterranean in search of the Sun again. We bought her in Corfu and had been wondering why we had sailed her all the way back to wet, windy and chilly East Anglia. We crossed the channel at Fowey and arrived in Camaret, after a pleasingly uneventful crossing. Alex generously took his dear old Mum out into the town for the local speciality of crepes with a glass of Calvados.
Our Biscay crossing took about 2 ½ days, sailing all the way in a 3-4 with no unwelcome excitement and I think we only saw 2 cargo ships on the horizon. We relaxed in the cockpit on watch making a start on our suntans while reading and listening to our MP3 players. Steve made a delicious Spaghetti Bolognese and on the second day we spotted a fin whale spume in the distance. Initially I did not realise what I was seeing , mistakenly thinking the spume was a sail or weather phenomena and this was not helped as every time I said to Steve "Hey look at that" it promptly disappeared. We were excited to see it but were glad that it was not too near as they can grow up to 24 metres.
As we closed on the Spanish coast and rounded a headland it became somewhat choppy but we were soon in Sada, enjoying a rest and some excellent tapas.
We saw our first dolphins off Corunna. We stayed overnight at Camarinas, Portasin in the Ria de Muros and Balona in the Ria di Vigo. The views along the coastline were lovely but sadly we had a time schedule to keep to so will have to explore the Rias in the future. There were a fair number of fishing pots to watch out for along the way, most clearly marked with flags.
As we approached Povoa de Vazim there were a lot of excited screaming youngsters having a fantastic time riding Banana boats. We entered the Marina and were met by a helpful marinairo who reminded us to, what sounded like, " Make chicken" at the Office. I stood puzzled and then it dawned on me - check in. Must not criticse though as his attempts at Engish were streets ahead of my Portuguese which only extends as far as hello, please and thank you.