Muxia, home to beer, religion and friends.
Is this the way to Muxia
We sailed the short distance from Muxia to Camarinas to fill up with water. In Camarinas the pontoons were so short we tied up alongside in ways that a Japanese bondage expert could only dream of.
When I say pontoon it is debatable. If it was 3m longer Tom Daley would no doubt be using it to do a double pike and two half hitches.
The wind was howling and no matter how much we tried it was almost impossible to stop the stern wandering into the French boat next door. Luckily we have an abundance of fenders which was handy as the French seem to be limited to one per boat.
Anyway the point is that why make pontoons so short, thin and springy that they are almost useless? I have jumped onto a pontoon only to go right through it, bounced around on them and nearly stepped off into water as they are either to thin or short. Some are covered with so much slime and bird crap it is easier to skate along than walk.
Don’t even get me onto cleats (metal things you tie your boat too) which they put in the most amazing places. Hoses never fit on the water outlet which dribbles out slower than an Italian full back. For what they charge us a night I could build my own marina.
All I dream of is a good, clean, decent length and girth and I know Angelina agrees as she was muttering something similar in her sleep last night.
Pilgrimage back to Muxia, Spain
After a couple of days at Camerinas the wind abated and we decided to return to Muxia with two Dutch boats we had become friendly with. In all we stayed another two weeks in this wonderful little town and I assure you it had nothing to do with the European Championships being on.
Refusing Jewish circumcision.
Continuing on the religious theme, Simon and Anita are both Dutch Jews and each Friday at sundown they have a religious day. We were honoured to be invited aboard to join in. I was even given one of the skull caps (a kippah, yarmulke or kappelto) to wear but I stopped short of any form of circumcision. I know it was no skin off my nose but enough already. The girls were given the privilege of lighting candles and we washed our hands in a certain, time-honoured way. We then drank wine, had bread, drank wine, had a meal, drank wine, said numerous chants in Hebrew and had more wine. It was not what we imagined at all and we had a truly wonderful time. For us we enjoyed and learnt from the insight into another religion and thank Simon and Anita for sharing it with us. We were even invited back the following night to finish off the ceremony before hitting the town.
We managed to drink all night and ended up getting locked in a bar until 2am by the owner who played his accordion whilst we were dancing and singing. Not a bad night for about eight pounds each including the various free foods we were given.
Fishers of men (and women)
A couple of days later we were also joined in Muxia by a French boat who pulled in for an hour and ended up staying for five days.
Beach party in Muxia
Together we all collected wood, bought thirty fish, bread and barbecued them on the beach.
I also remember someone else in the Bible doing a similar gig with fishes and bread. I don’t believe he had numerous bottles of cold San Miguel, a well-endowed topless Dutch girl and a football match afterwards but that was his loss. On the topless subject. From a man,s point of view watching a nubile well proportioned girl play football topless should be included in the Olympics as a sport. It would sell out strait away and there would be huge demand for the tickets. Having watched it myself there was a lot of dribbling going on and that was just from the crowd.
The Way to Muxia
Muxia is a little known town to most British people. It is totally non-commercial, very Spanish and very friendly. To the Catholic faith it is very religious and is the last point on the pilgrimage after Santiago to Finisterre. The call the pilgrimage “The Way” and there is a film with Martin Sheen by the same name which is well worth watching. On the Atlantic Ocean is a church built where the Virgin Mary was supposed to have been seen. What she was doing here I don’t know but the rocks around the church are believed to be the remains of her stone boat.
Fuelling a friendship
Whilst in Muxia we hunted for some petrol for the generator and outboard motor for the dingy. We did take a walk but after two hours we were told the nearest petrol station was another 17 KM away which was just too far even for us. We walked back to Muxia and spoke to Humberto who ran the local chandlers/ ironmongery. He offered to fetch it for us in his car which he did and refused to take any money. He is just one example of the genuine natured people we have found in Spain. We even had two locals turning up on the pontoon as they were worried there was no water there and offering us as much as we wanted from their homes.
Leaving Muxia but we we loved it there
On the Hill in Muxia
After a week or so our friends on one of the Dutch and the French boats left heading North and we were then joined by a British Couple Martyn and Jane on their boat Gemini. Aiden and Martin hit it off strait away but unfortunately the itch (probably due to the lack of showers) had started and it was time for us to move on. Angelina would quiet happily of lived in Muxia as it was a real home from home.
Together with Simon and Anita’s boat we left to round Finisterre towards, Muros, in another Ria. We had brilliant sail all the way with dolphins and the sun to keep us company.
So, there we were, in yet another idyllic Spanish town, bigger than Muxia, still as friendly with a festival to look forward to at the weekend (traditional dress, music, fireworks and dancing plus more beer).
Just in case there was anyone out there thinking this life is some kind of paradise and wishing they could do the same let me tell you……. It is and you can.
We have to say that Muxia is one of our favourite places and we will never forget our time there.