We arrive at Laxe in darkness. Hmmm...That's always when it seems like you're looking at the wrong page in the Reeds Almanac. Where is that blasted pontoon?

To make things a little more interesting, I discover there are also about 8 very small rowing boats dotted in every direction. All, of course, are fishing in complete darkness. None bother to show a flashlight to make it easy for us to identify their whereabouts. They may not be on fishing trawlers, but they are fishing...I guess those taxi driver laws apply again.

I had only been suddenly aware of their presence because I heard some splashing noises near our boat so I went up to the bow to look about. As I put a torch in the direction of the noise, I saw two guys rowing on our port side, then I did a 'sweep' and saw all the others.

No problemo, mon amigo. Once through this minefield of sorts, we decide to just anchor off the pier and get a few hours sleep. We plan to be up at 4am because we want to get to our next planned port (Portosin) before tomorrow's nightfall.