{"id":4321,"date":"2023-09-15T12:31:43","date_gmt":"2023-09-15T12:31:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kaibrueckner.de\/blog_amy\/?p=4321"},"modified":"2026-06-11T20:04:19","modified_gmt":"2026-06-11T20:04:19","slug":"sada-to-vigo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kaibrueckner.de\/blog_amy\/?p=4321","title":{"rendered":"Sada to Vigo"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

As is often the case with plans, it all went down the drain caused by a small detail. In this case the small detail was a small tin of sardines which I had the night before departure and I will spare you the details of my sickness all through the night. It wasn\u2019t pleasant and I was totally exhausted the next morning lying in my bunk, feeling sorry for myself and not in the least bit ready for a three day offshore passage. (I know Webb Chiles doesn\u2019t consider anything under a thousand miles a passage but for my own frail self I thought of this as one).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Rapha from the harbour brought me camomile tea and I got some tips from the totally crazy Alain who is probably one of the happiest and most content people on the planet after sailing around the world in different small boats by himself, motorcycling through Africa and then making Sada his home with 72 years, living on a 8m boat with a tarp over the cockpit.
Since there would be a storm arriving after a few days and I had lost a day being sick, my three to four day offshore passage was now out of the question but the weather was still good and I needed to go on. So inshore along the 20m contour (wherever possible which is hardly ever) it was. I now had to be scared of Orcas AND rocks but what can you do. The upside of this was, I got to sail along the beautiful coastline.
My first anchorage was in Camari\u00f1as. After rounding the Cabo Vil\u00e1n the wind picked up considerably and I was already getting ready for a sleepless night because the wind was barreling down a mountain slope right into the anchorage. But there was no swell and the wind died later during the night and I had a great sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The next morning the anchor came up early. Unfortunately no wind the whole day but I had to move. We motored past Cabo Finisterre along the coast and I had originally wanted to spend the night in Muros but decided to go on because progress was good and that way we would have a 15 mile shorter trip to Vigo the following day.Dropped the anchor in front of a beach in the R\u00eda Arousa. There was only us and a buch of fishermen which apparently didn\u2019t care much for our being there and did all they could do to make our stay uncomfortable. Multiple times they would pass by Amy so fast and so close it would cause a swell that would roll the boat so hard everything would be flying around. Twice they came so close I thought they weren\u2019t seeing us so I yelled. The response I got was a grin. No further communications. The next morning was extremely foggy and I had to wait a bit to get out of the bay. In the meantime the fishermen had put their nets once around the boat so there was no way to get out except to go forward very close to the beach which I did. They probably hadn\u2019t counted on Amy\u2019s shallow draught.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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There was little wind but enough to sail. The fog returned for a long time with hardly any visibility and while sailing you can at least hear the other boats around you. That is not possible with a motor running and all the more scary. There is a big shipping lane into Vigo and I could hear the big guys with their impressive fog horns. I blew into my wimpy little foghorn every few minutes and felt small and vulnerable.
A few hours before Vigo the fog lifted and the wind died and we made a valiant attempt to keep sailing but it was getting towards evening and finally I gave up and the engine took us into the Marina Punta Lagoa where I found a space next to a dutchman and a dutch swede. We went out to dinner and had many beers and very serious discussions about matters of the world. It was great fun.
The next day I walked into the city which is an hour walk and did some sightseeing. The dutch swede was getting ready to leave for home the day after that (by plane, he was going to leave the ship there) and then the storm came with a vengeance. I was really happy to be protected in this marina which was probably ideal for this weather. 
I had been checking weather windows to go to Madeira all day. Originally I was hoping for next Thursday (it was now Sunday). But that one already seemed to not work anymore but another somewhat questionable one was opening up for tomorrow. And after thinking about it a thousand times, I decided to go. Which meant I would need to do the laundry and grocery shopping tomorrow as early as possible and then take off. The dutchmen and I went out for dinner again at the same place and I went to bed very excited and scared about my upcoming passage which would be the longest one I had ever done so far.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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