We left la Coruna with some sense of urgency as we had overstayed our welcome and had a very narrow window of opportunity, due to (yet another) impending storm and raced along the coast of Spain, hoping to outrun the wrath of Poseidon. All seemed well as we rounded the headland of northern Spain but our self congratulations were shattered as we were caught in jaws of the beast once more and got our arses kicked in 35knt winds and seas of thunder. We soldiered bravely on until, finally we moored in Vigo and in the the company of some rather impressive yachts including a couple of famous ‘rubicon 3’ adventure boats. We explored and resupplied by bicycle and enjoyed some delicious paella and cold beer intending to move on the next day. However, after an impromptu meeting with a super yacht captain with a penchant for our rum we delayed 24 hours to do some socializing. We soon found ourselves aboard a rib with our new friends and stormed into the center of Vigo, James Bond style, holding on for dear life. Upon our arrival I decided to test the harbor water temperature by stepping off clumsily and ending up waist deep in water. However, after the correct amount of sympathy from my so called ‘friends’ we went on to enjoy a delicious meal baby squid in a local tavern, which was absolutely delicious. After hanging out in some cool pubs and swapping war stories with our new buddies, Matt and Lucas we took the rib back home to the waiting, ever faithful Rose-Marie. The next day, after nursing some serious hang overs we left Vigo behind and set sail for Lisbon. With the wind at our backs and our hearts full of hope and wonder for what new adventures lay in wait.
