We left Sant Miquel at lunch time on Sunday, and even after a detour to make water and charge the batteries we arrived in Portinax 3 hours later. I tried out the new sail again on its own and it was giving us 4 knots in a 10 knot breeze, quite respectable.
Portinax is a larger Cala than Sant Miquel and has three beaches and hotels on each. The anchorage got busy during the day, not least with swarms of pedalos and paddle boards. We went for a snorkel and had another BBQ dinner – loving the Cobb BBQ.
Our plan is to stay here until about 5 pm on Monday before setting off for Palma. It is about 60 miles and will take 14 odd hours and we will sail over night to arrive in daylight again.
Port San Miquel is a Cala, or cove, rather than a port and I think only bears the name to distinguish it from the town of Sant Miquel which is 5 km inland. The cala is only about 700 m long and 100 – 200 m wide and gets quite crowded with boats during the day although many of them disappear as evening draws in.
Iain and Tracy from Escape recommended Sant Miquel and we are glad we visited. Our trip around from San Antonio on Thursday took us about 4 hours at our sedately 4 knots and just before we arrived Escape came roaring up behind us at maybe 10 knots, slowed down for a quick ‘see you later’ and then roared off again. That evening we went ashore with them and their little dog Holly for a meal in one of the beach front restaurants for a rather good seafood paella.
On Fridayķ Valeria and I took a cab up the valley to Sant Miquel which is a village which has found itself on the only road down to a picturesque holiday destination and two large hotels.
It has a couple of bars and restaurants and hotels/guest houses but otherwise is just a quite local town. Our trip was to buy some fresh fruit and veg; primarily limes to ward off scurvy, obviously, and coincidentally they are also a vital ingredient of the Caipirinha we planned as a welcome drink for Iain and Tracy when they came across for the inaugural use of our brand new Cobb BBQ.
And what an ideal bit of kit the BBQ is. It is constructed so there are no hot parts touching the outside of the BBQ which is ideal for a plastic boat. Holly has been on board Windependent a few times recently and is getting more and more confident, or ‘at home’ as Valeria calls it and took herself off for a wander round the entire deck as we ate, to coos of “I want a dog!” from Valeria.
On Saturday morning ….. a funny thing happened on the way to the beach …. the outboard ran out of fuel! Doh! It was only about 20metres from the beach, and if I’d been a bit quicker on the up take I could have casually pulled the engine up to protect it from the rocks and rowed ashore, and no one would have known …….. until I had to row back out to ‘just because I needed some exercise’. However, I did none of that and tried to restart the engine as Iain stood grinning on the beach. To be fair it was only mentioned a few times during the rest of the day and Iain gave us a tow out to Windependent!
Anyway, we were going ashore because the 5 of us had decided to hire a car and visit Ibiza itself. The island isn’t that big and it probably took longer to hire the car than drive to Ibiza. Iain has been before and took us to a car park at the top of the fort, which seemed like a really good idea until we had walked half way down through the old town!
Old Ibiza is quite a picturesque town and it was nice to stroll through the narrow streets in search of lunch, a leisurely tapas obviously. After lunch we walked out to see the massive superyachts moored on the quay and then had to scale the hill again to get back to the car.
Leaving Ibiza we took a drive along the coast to Cala Llonga where we stopped for an ice cream before returning to San Miquel.
This was to be our last evening in San Miquel and after another BBQ we ‘drove’ across to Escape and had a nightcap with Iain and Tracy and a couple of friends of theirs who had arrived in their boat that afternoon. All in all it has been a very pleasant couple of days and we thank Iain and Tracey (and Holly) for recommending San Miquel and their company.
The trip round to San Antonio was only about 5 miles and we set off mid morning in pleasant weather which became less pleasant as the day wore on. We sailed most of the northerly leg but by the time we had reached the north end of Sa Conillera (an island at the entrance to San Antonio Bay) we had 15 knots of wind and rain, warm rain, but rain none the less. We were sailing as we rounded the north end of the island and I tried to tack but couldn’t do it, we couldn’t get enough speed up to actually turn through the wind. This I reckon is due to the fouling on the hull.
So we dropped the sails and motored into San Antonio and anchored on the south side of the bay opposite the town and marina. And still it rained. About 4 it stopped so we dropped the tender in the water and went ashore for a visit to the chandlery and to buy some fresh veg and fruit.
San Antonio doesn’t have a particularly good reputation and so I was not suprised that it is a pretty uninspiring place and dedicated to the clubbing, party going youngsters. Later our friends from Valencia described finding a collapsed drunk asleep on some grass as local council workers mowed the lawn around him. . . .
Our foray for fresh food met with limited success, but our decision to buy a bottle of Pimms, well you have to don’t you, met with far greater success! The off licence had a wider product range than the supermarket! That’s San Antonio for you.
On the way into San Antonio Valeria spotted Ian and Tracy on their way back from town in their tender and an exchange of texts arranged a rendezvous in Porto San Miquel for the following afternoon. And so to bed.
We left Valencia at lunch time on Monday 8th August with an over night passage ahead of us, 20 hours, heading for Cala Badella on the west coast of Ibiza planning to arrive at about 8 am.
The entire passage was calm and clear and uneventful with Valeria standing the evening watch and me taking over at midnight for the night watches. We had clear skies and the Milky Way once the moon set.
Throughout the afternoon we had been passing countless jelly fish and accompanying fish feeding from them, interesting but nothing more. At night, however, as we passed through the schools those in our wakes, disturbed by our passage became fluorescent, leaving a trail of bright blue blobs behind us.
We arrived off Cala Badella at 8am but it soon became clear there was no space for a simple ‘dropping the hook’ anchoring. The only way for us to anchor would have been a manoeuvre known as a Moor using our main anchor as usual but taking a second anchor line ashore to the rocks and we decided it was not something we fancied doing. So we turned around and moved a couple of miles further north to the bigger Cala Tarida where we found space to anchor and so by about 9.30 were were anchored and ready for bed.
After a rest we put the tender in the water and drove ashore to sample the delights of Cala Tarida. A couple of drinks in a packed beach bar serving chips with everything sent us back out to the boat for some peace and quiet and a swim.
I took the opportunity to snorkel and examine the underwater hull – quite a shock! We have a proper coat of barnacles and marine growth below the waterline which will slow us down considerably. She has been in the water for over a year and spent about 6 months stationary so she needs a clean, but my how she needs a clean. I assume that the antifouling used from new will have been pretty basic stuff so that will need re-doing too.
So with little to keep us we decided to head for San Antonio on the following day.