Bless me

Anchored in a firework display

10th October 2013
Palma Nova, Mallorca, Spain

Bless me in Ibiza we are in a firework display

Anchored in Ibiza

A-ha me hearties, pin back yer lugholes and quiet them parrots. We have more tales to tell from being anchored in Ibiza.

By now we were getting used to various anchorages and the advantages it could bring. We were staying in the most beautiful out-of-the-way places around the rocky inlets of Ibiza sometimes not accessible by land. The best thing was that it was not costing us a penny. The disadvantages were that we had to constantly watch our power consumption and the level of the batteries. We also had to watch the fresh water we were using.


Worries when anchoring

For me sleep didn’t come quiet as easy knowing that anchors do come out and if it did we may find ourselves on a beach or permanent feature on rocks around the Ibiza coast. With so many boats anchored together, often only a few meters apart, there was the constant worry of swinging into one of them during the night. I found myself waking with wind shifts and sea changes but hopefully that would change as I gained more faith in our ground tackle and our ability to dig it in well. I also found that I was loathed to leave the boat and explore our Ibiza in anything but the most benign conditions. (Luckily Angelina made me go ashore everywhere as I would have been more than happy to stay on the boat and I would have missed so much). When we did go I always had the weather, swell and other considerations in the back of my mind. It really was hard to relax. To be honest the fears of being anchored never did completely subside and over the year this lack of proper sleep and constantly making sure we were somewhere safe in the weather conditions really wore me down mentally and physically.


Ibiza Town for some new balls

BrokenFurler needing ball bearings

Where’s my ball

Getting back to our travels…. From the peacefulness and tranquillity of Formentera we motored back to Ibiza and Ibiza Town itself. I needed to find ball bearings to repair the furling drum of the Genoa and hopeful the capital may have some for me. We found out that going into the Ibiza marina would be over 600 euros (about 540 pounds) a night for us and with the wind and swell it was difficult to find a decent place to get comfortably anchored. Eventually we went in a bay nearby and anchored. Although we were rocking more than a Status Quo concert on a water-bed we had to get the parts.

South African Mark and myself went on the dinghy into Ibiza town leaving the women folk to wallow around. We were expecting drunken yobs and girls flashing their boobs at us but no such luck. Ibiza was actually very nice and peaceful. We did get some of the ball bearings I needed but they were the plastic type and at nearly a hundred euros were very expensive. It just goes to show that we men always pay through the nose for wanting balls. They didn’t have the stainless steel ones I needed and knew of nowhere on Ibiza I could get them.


Angelina and dinghies just don’t go together.

Wet dinghy

Watch I come!

Angelina always seemed to have problems getting in and out the dinghy. She ended in upside down, sideways or buried in someone’s lap face first. In the photo here she jumped into Marks Dinghy and literally bounced their son David out of the other side and into the water. He he has just managed to clamber back in but he did have to change.

After spending the night trying not to get thrown out of our beds we got up early and set off just to go up the coast and see what we found. We went north and anchored off the island of Tagomago for lunch and the obligatory swim to cool down. Like all of the Calla’s it was beautiful but not somewhere we wanted to stay for the night. We needed to get onto the North coast and out of the way of the sea swell.


Set alight in Portinatx

Eventually we went into the Cala at Portinatx and anchored. It was just what was needed. Good shelter, a beach, shops and clear warm water to swim in. Again it was a little piece of heaven.

In the late afternoon we were asked to move our boat further away from the beach as there would be a firework display that night for the fiesta they were celebrating. They were concerned that our boat may accidentally become a “Norse burial boat” and set on fire. Even though we were a good distance from the beach we were more than happy to move back.


Cygnus III was blessed by a mad priest

Blessing the boats before the firework display

Blessing and a firework display

In the early evening an armada of small fishing boats from around the island of Ibiza all decorated with flowers. They came into the cala and formed a snake which we were told we could join. We did consider it but as we had anchored in a good spot for the fireworks display we decided to stay where we were and watch. All the boats approached a bigger one where there was a religious type person blessing the boats with holy water. When the last boat came up he took the bucket of holy water and threw it over the crew! They should be pretty safe for the year.

After this there was a free disco (showing my age) on the beach we went to. It was good to do my “Dad Dancing” on the sand and embarrass everyone.


Amazing firework display … a flare

We went back to the boat in preparation for the fireworks display. A flare went up to signal the start and the safety boat came up to us.. “sorry” he said “We are having to cut back this year so that is it”. Then the real fireworks started.. it was amazing and just went on and on. I am sure that they blew Spain’s annual budget during the display. It must have been like being in Baghdad during the gulf war and we were certainly in “Shock and Awe”. We were also glad we were made to move Cygnus III as she was right in the firing line.


Anchored in San Miguel but where is the beer?

Anchored in San Miguel Bay, Ibiza

Anchored in the bay at San Miguel, Ibiza

We stayed in Portinatx for a few days before we moved to another Cala on Ibiza at San Miguel. Now I thought with a name like that they must make the beer there and there may be a chance of a few free samples. Unfortunately this was not the case but it was another beautiful cala we anchored in that was surrounded by cliffs.

Soon after we had anchored there “Three men on a boat” came in. The trouble with this boat was that the men were all naked and liked to exercise regularly on deck…. Right next to us. In fact nearly all the boats had a variety of naked people wandering around them. I just wish they had brought skin that actually fit their bodies rather than just hanging there. I also wished I had a good air rifle as the three men were always bending over and presenting the best of targets!


We loved Ibiza and the amazing anchorages there.

Angelina washing whilst anchored

Angelina on wash day in Ibiza

We really wish we had spent more time in Ibiza but we had more places to see and still had a long way to go before winter. The island had really surprised us by being totally different to what we imagined. In most places it was quiet, stunning and had wonderful anchorages.

As night set in we set off with our South African friends to sail another 12 hours to Mallorca but we promise to visit Ibiza again.



 Ethical Dilemma

You are driving down the road in your car on a wild, stormy night, when you pass by a bus stop and you see three people waiting for the bus:

1. An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.

2. An old friend who once saved your life

3. The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.

Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing that there could only be one passenger in your car?

Think before you continue reading.

This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of a job application..
You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should save her first..
Or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and this would be the perfect chance to pay him back.
However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again.


The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming up with his answer.
He simply answered: ‘I would give the car keys to my old friend and let him take the lady to the hospital.
I would then stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner of my dreams.’

Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought limitations.

Never forget to ‘Think Outside of the Box.’

HOWEVER….., The correct answer is to run the old lady over and put her out of her misery,
have sex with the perfect partner on the bonnet of the car,
then drive off with the old friend for a few beers.

God, I just love happy endings nearly as much as being anchored around Ibiza



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