Before we wanted to sail towards the island of Culatra today, was there to fill the fridge. For the next night we were moored and eat on board. The nearby supermarket not offered the rich possibilities of the Markets, we had learned to appreciate in Portugal and in Spain, but from starvation we were sure in any case.

So we threw around noon cast off, yet made a short stop at the front desk, to pay the mooring fees and had a short time later outside on the Atlantic. The swell had calmed down and there was a nice breath of fresh air. The sun shone from the sky and we crossed the coast towards Culatra and enjoyed it, to sail at best conditions. Also our visit was brave and endured the unusual rocking with version.

After some time, we met the SY MENTOR, but closer sailed with the same destination on the coast in front of us. Even the sporting ambitions of the Capitano was once again awakened and with optimally trimmed sails we arrived the MENTOR inexorably closer. Time for another photo shoot, this time under sail and at much better weather. To optimum entertainment of our visit, a single dolphin was also lost in the vicinity of our boat. We enjoyed his brief stint and hoped, still be allowed to watch more of these beautiful animals.

Just before the entrance of Culatra still pulled away a thick rain cloud over us, had the orderly wind in the luggage. Violent gusts up 25 Node had Dietmar disqualify a precaution by hand. But had come so quickly Haunting, he went over again. After mountains of sailing we motorten to the protected anchorage area on the northeastern end of Culatra and found a nice place. Only the noise of Faro airport disturbed the idyll of almost Caribbean-like island a little. The exploration tour but we moved to the next day, for sailing makes well known hungry.

Soon it smelled in the ship for food and a short time later, we received the barbecue skewers with salad taste. During the last fishing boats and pleasure boats plowed through the armature field and the left SUMMER rock always funny, was played in the salon of BUZZER until late into the night "Mau Mau" and geklönt.

At night, some rain showers over us moved away and the wind freshened again felt strongly on. Several times I shooed Dietmar control of the armature when it rains out of bed, just to be sure, that everything was fine. Visit on board makes me seem kinda nervous. Auf jeden Fall haben wir auch schon ruhigere Nächte verbracht 🙂

The next morning it was raining and unfortunately still only around noon, we were able to open with the dinghy after Culatra. The small fishing harbor was filled with tiny wooden boats and partly on the webs nets were repaired.

The island had retained its original charm, of the remaining coast of the concrete- bed and castles had fallen victim to. We crossed a small fishing village with colorful houses and followed the paved road ("Road" would be too high) on the other side of the island. Here stretched the bright, lonely sand beach seven kilometers. In the dunes grew wild Amaryllis and also a pair of storks had lost on the island. In the sun you could make lovely walks along the beach and look for shells.

But as we wanted to continue (had), we went after an hour on the way back. Once back on board it was time to "say goodbye". Waltraud and Wolfgang had to sail back to Vilamoura, to set her daughter Britta after two weeks back on board the plane to Germany. Then the two of them will continue towards the Mediterranean. From now on, our paths will thus separate. Since Guernsey we were more or less the way together. You will be missed. But we'll see you always meet twice in life. Darauf freuen wir uns jetzt schon sehr 🙂

We went to anchor and wanted to sail today to Albufeira. But first we had to drive through very troubled waters in the narrow exit, because we were running off with water against wind and wave traveling. This meant the end, almost all the way down the throttle, as quickly as possible to, to drive through the chaotic currents and waves from all sides. So then we came back in deeper and calm water.

Raumer (obliquely from behind) Wind from 9-11 Node brought us relaxed to Albufeira. The sheltered harbor is located a bit away from the old town and was then blown into the rocks. We had our mooring directly on the harbor promenade. So we had no long ways to go. The disadvantage of this place we discovered in the course of the following night. Even at the harbor disco we were in the front row and had to half past three, more or less celebrate tolerably.