On our second day in Arrecife, Jeremy thought his quest (and Emily’s) for banjo bolts for the engine was over. We walked the 1 or 2 miles to Puerto Naos and bought some bolts…but when we returned to the boat they were the wrong thread and had to be returned the next day. So, Emily, please keep looking! I had more luck and bought a snorkel mask so I am no longer slowly drowned as water does not seep into the new mask. Jeremy bought a small anchor for the dinghy so we can now anchor over a reef and swim with the fish rather than having to do a marathon swim from Sal Daraago to get to the reef in the first place. The only problem is getting back into the dinghy from the sea. Our fender steps float but once you get your foot in they disappear under the dinghy and you fall in the sea again. Jeremy says I need to do something about my upper body strength!! I think I need to do something about my knees as the first time I wore flippers, I nearly did them in as I was kicking too deeply.
It was great to hear from colleagues at work. Get better soon, Norma.
After Arrecife we had a day anchored off the beaches near Playa Blanca. Once again the snorkelling was good, this time over submarine caves. Some of the beaches were popular with naturists but we’re getting quite used to this now. However, naked rock climbing, which a number of men seemed to enjoy, was a bit different!
Our last night in Lanzarote was spent in Marina Rubicon, also near Playa Blanca. We needed to wash our bedding and our towels so we made good use of their laundry, electricity and water. The hot showers were luxurious. We stocked up for 3 days and the following morning we left for Isla de Lobos, which is close to Fuertaventura. Our pilot book said there was a lagoon with a bar of 1.2m. We have a depth of 1.8m but we thought we would have no trouble getting in at half tide. When our depth went down to 1m and we were over rock, Jeremy reversed quickly. We anchored in deeper water and explored by dinghy. As we could both stand up and it was now nearly high water, there was no chance of getting into the lagoon with Sal Darago.
We felt the anchorage was not too secure but the anchor held all night and the next morning we explored the island on foot following trails across the volcanic boulders in a moon like landscape. The only village was a shanty town of half built houses, tents and awnings but it had its own beach area and fishing pools. We returned to our boat just as the first tourist boat arrived and left after lunch leaving two tourist catamarans and a fishing party to enjoy the clear, blue water.
Since being here in Puerto del Rosario, we have checked in with the harbour master, who was friendly and happy for us to be anchored in the harbour and been sent to two places for gas. Jeremy carried the container in his rucksack up steep hills but no luck. At the second garage a very helpful woman got us a taxi and we went to the Disa gasworks. Unfortunately, they could not fill our type of bottle so we’ve spent 10 euros for nothing. We do have 2 and a half more gas bottles on board and the harbour master didn’t charge us anything so why should we complain? Perhaps we’ll get a refill in Grand Canaria.Hasta luego amigos.
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