Many sailors go to A Coruna when crossing the Biscay to the south. We didn't do that because we got a tip from our neighbors in Stavoren. Drive to Camarinas, they said to us. Then you don't have to count on being stuck in A Coruna for days with strong headwinds. And they were right, the wind blows violently here on the northwest corner of Spain. In our case there was tailwind.
This time I took the picture of our route from the chart plotter. It shows the arches that we drove due to the various windshifts quite well. I could have wiped away the grease stain where we drove the only turn of the four-day trip, but was too lazy.
Camarinas has a small marina with three jetties where there is always plenty of space. We know that now. When we came in at night, we saw the many free places late and sat next to them Milena Bonetti placed.
We hadn't even had a good night's sleep when the harbor master knocked on our boat and wanted to collect the mooring fee. Since we had only moored after midnight, we saved another night. The arrival date was August 26th. However, the marina is comparatively cheap, a night only costs € 24.
In the foreground of the picture you can see the tranquil marina with excellent showers, which are very clean, in the background is the place with - um - extravagant architecture.
Fat fish swim in the harbor basin, but nobody fishes for them. We tried to identify them and came up with mullets. They are widely traded on the Baltic Sea as a delicious edible fish, no one fishes here because they do not taste good and because they eat unhealthily. The picture shows two outlets of the sewer system, where the fish fight for food, in the harbor they nibble on the algae cover of the ships and also get a lot of the antifouling, i.e. the poison paint with which boats are painted, so not so many Algae grow on it. We'd rather go to the fish restaurant.
If you take a closer look at the photo, you can already imagine how colorful the architecture of the houses in the village is. Fortunately, there are no bed castle hotels here, just a few smaller houses. The tourist nepp souvenir shops have not yet made it here.
The only shop that comes close to such a souvenir shop is the lace shop on the waterfront. Bobbin lace is a tradition here and inside they sell very beautiful doilies. Of course we don't buy any, we don't have room for these things on Sissi. We'd rather take a delicious ham with us.
At midday just before midday we were still shopping in the supermarket. There was hell going on. Both cash registers were open and 10 customers were waiting in line. I have never experienced that here. At 2:00 p.m. I took my photo walk through the town and the streets were all swept empty.
The few people who have endured longer on the street have squeezed into the shadows. Here you can see two older women talking in the shade of the garden wall.
I searched for a long time, but then I found the local church. Before that, however, the pub, which is opposite the church on the church square. It doesn't seem to be any different in Spain than with us, there has to be a bar opposite the church.
The church itself is in a tree-lined churchyard. A few youngsters use the shade of the trees as a meeting point, sit around, relax and listen to music.
Unfortunately there was a closed scissor gate behind the open church gate. In the meantime, I have enjoyed taking one or two interior photos of the churches that are on our travel route. So I had to take photos through the scissor lattice. In any case, the Spaniards put a lot of effort into the interior decoration of their places of worship.
I then left the church hill and walked back down to the harbor. Camarinas is still an important fishing place, we can see the fishing boats coming and going from the marina. So life takes place at the port. On the way to the port I encountered a local peculiarity, one of the many rat-proof granaries. Just like that, in the middle of town.
I think this photo best represents what the architecture in Camarinas is all about. On the one hand there are stone buildings that are hundreds of years old, often lovingly restored. On the other hand, there are a lot of modern concrete buildings, all individually designed, colorfully painted or equipped with a tiled facade. And in between there are fallows and ruins.
I like that. No German building authority would let this go through. No monument protection office would allow the thermally insulated windows with shutters on historic stone buildings. No architect would want to see his name on the construction sign if a skewed building was erected again. And this whole mixture of individual ugliness is beautiful as a whole.
The first evening we ate in the Marina Restaurant. It wasn't bad, it wasn't particularly good either. The squid is delicious anyway. Christoph and Jens' appetizer was funny: Chorizo el inferno. We were expecting a particularly hot sausage. We didn't expect the sausage to flambe at the table.