We left Cascais (outside of Lisbon) last week and motorsailed to Sines. It was a cute old town in its day, complete with being surrounded by an old fort wall, but in the last decades has become a refinery town. It was the more sobering side of Portugal. And one evening was all the sobering we needed.
We headed out the next morning to Lagos, where we have spent the last week. On our way we rounded the tip of Portugal, Cape St. Vincent. It was a bit of grueling ride. Atlantic swells, high winds. And then to top it off, the motor started stuttering. Finally, with just a half hour to get into Largos, the engine overheated and … died.
We couldn't sail in because our sail still needed some replacement parts before I could set it in high winds. And secondly, well because the winds were blowing like hell. 30 knots or so. Even if I could have gotten the sail up, the harbor is a long narrow entrance, only to be managed with motor.
So, we were towed in.
I have since replaced the clogged fuel filters and added fuel conditioner and hope that solves our problems.
Tomorrow we leave for Vilamoura.
Largos is a very cute old town. Again surrounded by old fort walls. Narrow, cobblestoned streets. Gazillion restaurants. And it is the ex-pat community for the Brits. Everyone offers "British Breakfast." That, essentially, consists of dry white bread. And eggs. And deep fried, frozen potatoes. I think that's it. Meanwhile Jen and I have enjoyed the local sardines, fresh shrimp, octopus, squid, and several other variety of fish that are displayed fresh in front of the restaurants, then picked out by the waiter, brought back to the grill in the kitchen and served on your plate a while later. Mmmmm.
I called the Spot Tracking company and apparently our tracking device is dead and needs to be fixed under warranty. So I need to send it back to the States and it will probably be a few weeks before you all can track us again.