On the pontoon I ran into Ollie who I had first meet in Ayamonte, he is sailing his Albin Vega from Scotland to the Caribbean single handed. It was good to meet up again and swap sea tales.
The first afternoon I walked up to the view point over the harbour and then to the lighthouse. Still had my sea legs so the earth kept moving. The town, which is very attractive, is situated where one of the barrancos of the island descends to the sea, there is only a small level area and much of the town climbs steeply up the hillside.
It seemed like my new crew couldn’t cope with shorthanded sailing so she “jumped ship” and I was on my own again.
One day I took a bus to Pajarito and then walked up to Alto de Garajonay, at 1,487m the highest point of the island. There were woods and shrubs, striking volcanic pinnacles and I heard and saw canaries singing in the bushes.
Without effort from me I had two potential crew approach with a view to crossing the Atlantic, both seemed fine so I was faced with a bit of a dilema as which to choose. In the end I solved this by deciding to take both. Bertrand, a french sailor and traveler whose has crossed before and Jason, an American who has been walking and cycling around Europe for a few years.
Sea Bear has been checked over, more provisions bought just the Saturday vegetable market to go to tomorrow morning for fresh veg and then we plan to set of for the Cape Verde Islands.
It seems fitting to be setting out from here. It was this very bay where Columbus set out from with his three ships on his voyage of discovery.

San Sebastian

Los Roques

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