Now that we’re sitting in Indiantown Marina and it’s obvious that we’re going to be here for quite a long time while we fix up Daze Off to sail, I don’t want to bore you with stories that are only related to boat work (but don’t worry, they’re still coming). I know that’s what some of you crave, but if you’re like me, you also need a little fun in there. A little travel and a little adventure.
So for the foreseeable future while we are doing nothing much more than boat work I will be adding a Throwback Thursday post in every week as well. Cataloging our trip so far, giving you that needed sense of travel and adventure, and for those of you that haven’t started with us from the beginning, catch you up on some of the most important or memorable parts of our travels.
Even though we were really enjoying our time in Playa Francesca as well as it’s seclusion, we knew there were a lot more islands in the Canary Island chain to explore. Making a quick 35 mile run, we ended up in the SE corner of Lanzarote in a little area called Playa Papagayo. Due to the minimal amount of anchorages here, we were happy to have stumbled upon another one through some research, and although the day was becoming blustery and stormy as we dropped anchor, it looked like a nice spot to spend a few days.
Once we arrived though, our mornings and days became lazy again as we were in no rush to get anywhere. Realizing we still had nearly a month before we planned to arrive in Gran Canaria, we realized how quickly we could cover ground when we wanted. We did experience one morning with strong winds and a sandstorm rolling through our anchorage, but since we were not on a lee shore it still gave us no reason to move.
We liked this spot we chose. It was fairly private with only 4-5 other boats in the anchorage with us, and had lots of sandy beached for us to relax on during the day. A decent sized town with a supermarket was only a mile dinghy ride away, and we were always treated with amazing sunsets and even views of the neighboring island of Fuerteventura.
Aside from the dry desert hills that were rolling around us, it was sometimes hard to remember that we weren’t back in the Caribbean. A perfect little spot to get in some R&R before moving back to big towns and civilization when we eventually did get to Gran Canaria again.
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Tuesday November 4, 2014
As if spending three days fully relaxing at Playa Francecsa after we’d just made our way over from Madeira wasn’t enough, we’ve been doing nothing more but the same ever since we arrived here in Playa Papagayo. Unless you count forcing yourself off the boat to lounge in sandy coves with sparkling seas in front of you hard work. Oh, and there was that one trip into Playa Blanca for exploring, a lunch out, and internet.
Our first full day in the Peninsula it was a little overcast, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to get out to do a little exploring. Not that there seemed to be much more than just sand and a few rocks to the untrained eye, but according to the Canaries guidebook that our dear friends on Skebenga bequeathed us, there was a very popular and eye catching cove at the southern end of the point. It seemed as if everyone visiting this island had the same guidebook I did since even though it was a bit out of the way, the beach was crowded and the one restaurant overlooking had every table full.
The cove itself was beautiful with emerald green waters dotted with rocks and coral, sporting the random head and bum of someone snorkeling through it. The somewhat hazy sky did dampen my perfect shots a little though, and after making Matt stand on a rock at the top for 25 minutes waiting for the sun to come back out so I could get that perfect guidebook worth shot of the cove, I relented and we walked back to the dinghy and scouted a place to head back the next day with beach supplies in tow.
Getting fully back into beach mode we spent the next few days tucked into one of three coves along the coast. Although they seem inacessable, we’d still find small crowds of Brits and Spaniards that would either take the death defying (ok, not really) hike down from the top of the cliffs, or wait for low tide and stroll over the exposed and flattened rocks. It was still more secluded and much cooler looking than the main beach though, so every day we’d load up the dinghy with our sport-a-seats and a cooler full of beer and snacks, and land ourselves there for a few hours of lounging.
Even though I should be promoting good skin care and staying out of the sun as much as possible, I completely spent a few days drinking in as much as possible. There are few things I love more than the feel of a warm sun on bare skin, and seeing as how we hadn’t had a beach in front of us in months and being covered in clouds for the latter part of our time in Portugal, I figured I could sacrifice a few days. Slathered in SPF 30 from head to toe.
After the third day of doing nothing but soaking up sun and Portuguese beers, we decided to do a little wandering to the main beach to see what we could find. Turns out, it was all people fully eligible for retirement that could not be coaxed into wearing a stitch of clothing. Masses of them engulfed the sands as they could not be persuaded to sit still; strolling, swimming, and bending over all over the place. It was kind of cute, really. The way they ran into the water with all the enthusiasm of a four year old child who was just told they were allowed to have cupcakes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. These silverhairs were camped on the beach with cups full of beer, a sun high in the sky, and good friends surrounding. It was kind of like watching MTV Beach House: The Golden Years.
At the far end of the beach, after we’d passed the gauntlet of saggy skinemax, we were rewarded with a relatively easy climb to the tops of one of the cliffs which afforded rapturous views of the anchorage and beach below. The wind up there was something else though, and Matt was literally worried that I’d blow away. Trust me, it’s one place you do not want to take a spill.
I wish I could have included more photos of this area as it was so stunning, but it was also really hard to get any shots without any T&W (ta-ta’s and wang). So just take my word when I tell you it’s a place not to miss on your trip through the Canaries. Unless you can’t handle ta-ta’s and wang.
When we finally dragged ourselves back to the ‘Dip in the late afternoon we wallowed in lazy time including naps, matinees, and many snacks. When the sun started to go down we’d take our seats in the cockpit to watch the show, all the while helping to empty the 5L box of white wine we purchased in Portugal.
I know, cry for us all you want, we lead such a ‘tough’ life, but I think our time here is exactly what we needed. A return to our type of cruising filled with swaying on the hook, days full of sun & sand, and nights full of starry skies.