The mornings downpour was relatively short lived and by early afternoon I made the most of the improved conditions and set out to explore the anchorages off Isla del Faro. I liked the beaches here so much, I went for a swim!
In truth, I managed to collect an unwanted souvenir around Eileens’ propeller and was forced to take a dip to remove the culprit. Otherwise I’d never have ventured into the water, especially after what I’d seen floating in it yesterday!
The anchorages off Isla del Faro are fine for a day-time stopover, but I didn’t feel comfortable remaining there for the night, so, having had my 30 second swim, I set off to investigate what Isla Ons (10 miles further north) had to offer.
On route, I was intercepted by the ‘big brother’ chopper for a photo shoot (see marked white bulbous protrusion in accompanying image).
Your guess is as good as mine as to why the helicopter crew found it necessary to take aerial shots of Eileen, (is she really that pretty?), but not wanting to be outdone, I quickly fetched my own camera and after a brief wave (for good measure), set about starting my own collection of helicopter photos.
The anchorages off Isla Ons were much worse than those I’d visited earlier in the day, leaving me no option but to push on for San Vicente del Mar, just 3 nautical miles to the north.
I was treated to a spectacular sunset and arrived at the little marina of Piedras Negras just as the last of the light faded.
If the surge within the marina was anything to go by, I made the right decision not to anchor for the night. At one point I wondered whether the entire pontoon would break loose, but even the jarring, creaking marina cacophony was not up to the task of keeping me from my sleep, and by morning everything had settled.