Crusader dirt and dirt crusaders

I wrote this post on December 14th. before departure in Santa Cruz. It was one of the articles that should appear during our Atlantic crossing. For various reasons, I have so far refrained from publishing it, but after the experience tonight, it is a need for me to express my opinion about cruise ships and their cargo.

December 2019, Santa Cruz, Tenerife: The day before yesterday Jens and I pulled up the new Genoa. It was a good opportunity right now because the wind had just died down. Then the easiest way to change the sail is because the sail will not fidget wildly in the area. I stood at the winch to crank the sail up, Jens the day before to thread the sail into the furling system. Suddenly the air stayed a little, I felt like I was taking a deep breath of air directly at the exhaust of a VW Diesel.

Queen Victoria smokes

The Queen Victoria is in Santa Cruz today. There is a different ship in the same place every day. Everyone runs their diesel generator in port. Everyone leaves this fat soot flag, which can be seen in the picture taken from the foredeck of the Sissi. That is one side of the cruise industry. I can understand very well that the Venetians, the Hamburgers and actually all residents of the cities overrun by cruise ships want to stop this environmental pollution.

The soot is driven into the Sissi salon by the wind. We breathe in the soot when working on the ship, we also get it off in our free time. He pulls into our bunk. Only when the crusader says goodbye to his ship's blight in the middle of the night does fresh air slowly draw through our boat.

Crusaders with e-bikes

In addition, hordes of people invade the place with every cruise ship. They stand in line in front of us normal boat tourists in the supermarket and often carry out the groceries and drinks that we actually wanted to buy ourselves. The supermarkets here are small, and most of the time, they are only supplied and replenished the following day.

AIDS logo on the e-bike

We cannot change it. We have to live with that. If they almost drive me with their e-bikes on the way from the boat to the shower, then I would like to push them into the harbor basin. Thank you, AIDA, for taking so many e-bikes with you and lending them to your passengers. Can't you at least tour the area on tour buses like the other crusaders? The buses also make noise, but they don't drive right through the marina.


January 31, 2020, 1:50 am, between Barbados and St. Lucia: I am lying on the couch and dozing a little bit to myself. My watch is almost over, I'll wake Jens up in an hour. The guard has been fairly uneventful so far - as almost always on the Atlantic.

A penetrating beep quickly brings me back from my twilight state to the waking state. The AIS collision alarm sounds. In less than half an hour it will be Britannia run over us or happen very close. Huh? Our AIS sends. Our AIS receives. They can see that we are a sailing boat. They can see our course. I am not particularly worried because many crusaders go to Barbados.

I sit in the cockpit and look at the bright light that is getting closer and closer. I can't see the position lights in all the bright lights. Our wind pilot controls his normal zigzag. Sometimes we will have the next meeting point 30 meters, sometimes 300 meters from the Britannia. In 20 minutes. I try the night photo mode of my cell phone, you can even see something.

Another 20 minutes to meet

The cruise line's course line on the AIS doesn't change an inch. He is heading towards us. First of all, I decide on our obligation to stay on course, which we as sailors finally have. The guy at the helm of Britannia must know that too. However, I support the wind pilot in his zigzag. I allow him to do the zig, not the zag. A quarter of an hour later it is certain that we will pass the crusader approximately 100 to 200 meters away. A welcome SMS for the Britannia electrical system appears on the cell phone. Ultimately, the shortest distance was less than the length of this steamer.

Happened accident-free, the Britannia is through

So far, cargo ships have always changed course for us, including the 300-meter-long chunks. Ferries have always avoided us. Only the cruise ships are a danger, because in our experience they don't do anything.

The bastards just stubbornly continue their course. When passengers are booted out in front of the ports, the dinghies also follow a straight line, whether a sailor comes by or not. This is not meant to be a generalization or a prejudice, this is my judgment after 6000 nautical miles of our world tour and a conclusion from several dozen encounters with these shining rubble.


Now I've let off my steam. We still have 10 miles to go to Rodney Bay, and will probably arrive in daylight. Then shower for two hours and then a huge steak in the marina restaurant. That's how I imagine the evening.

Video of our crossing is ready!

After working on Sissi, we put a little work into the blog. In the hot midday hours, it is not too bad in the shade in front of the computer. This video is an attempt to give the most realistic possible impression of a multi-day sailing trip. So we finally made a sailing video.

4th Advent

And another week is over. I would write if I would write this contribution in time for the 4th Advent. However, I will write it on stock on the 3rd Advent.

The radio has been annoying with Christmas music for weeks. It does not matter whether we listen to our Hessian radio or rock antenna via the Internet, or let a Spanish radio station broadcast via FM. They all play Christmas carols, even on the heavy metal channels. It will be over for us tomorrow.

Today we don't feel like cooking, so we go through Santa Cruz again and look for a restaurant. During our search, the chants of choral singing suddenly come to our ears, we walk around two corners and suddenly stand on a kind of Christmas market, which then turns out to be a wine festival.

Wine festival

Many stands of different bodegas serve wine, but our stomachs growl too much that we would somehow want to be here. We move on, passing other stalls selling ham. This is not the right thing for our rather audible growling stomachs. Until we ate enough here, we starved.

We do not miss the opportunity to listen to the choral singing for a few minutes and find that it is much more melodic than that Yodelling the night before.

Choral singing

Just within earshot we find a restaurant where we are served a delicious paella, nice with fish, seafood, prawns and of course rice in a tasty sauce. Exactly right to honor the end of our stay in Spain.

Back in the marina we see a motor boat on the neighboring jetty, which has been properly decorated. This motor boat answers the question of why sailing boats are so much more environmentally friendly. Sailing boats do not need their own coal-fired power plant to feed their lighting. Ha ha ha.

Santa Claus' motor boat

We think of you and the German winter weather. We think of crowded Christmas markets in the rain. At mulled wine stands with overpriced sugar jelly. The stuff and crowds on the last shopping days before Christmas. There are queues for miles in front of the supermarket checkout. The queues in front of the parking garage and the crowded platforms of the subway. The Last Christmas terror from millions of speakers at the corners all over the place. We think that we don't need all of this and we don't miss it either.

Sissi is looking forward to the Atlantic adventure

We wish everyone a nice 4th Advent. Just go to the wave pool and let yourself drift, then you have a little bit of the feeling that we have been enjoying for a week. There is no Santa Claus in the wave pool, no reindeer and possibly red bathing caps. Being on the road for a week means that we should normally have completed a third of our way to Barbados.

Tram in Santa Cruz

I pre-produced this post so that one or the other picture that does not show the boring ocean can appear while crossing the Atlantic.

Intercambiador terminus

At the lower terminus there is a large bus station, from where both city buses and interurban buses drive. I start my walk along the route.

Tram in the direction of the final stop Intercambiador

The tram runs from the coast across the city, higher and higher. The steepness of the tracks is impressive. The picture above was taken just before the upper terminus “La Trinidad”.

The following two pictures were taken in the city center, just before the lower end and close to our marina.

Just before the “Fundación” stop

What I liked very much is the really well-functioning priority circuit for the trains at all traffic lights. We didn't have to wait anywhere, instead the traffic had to wait. That's the way it has to be. I know it differently from Frankfurt because the trains often wait at the traffic lights until the wheels get square.

On the way to the “Teatro Guimerá” stop

Everywhere the tram has its own track structure. This ensures that it is not blocked by incorrectly parked cars.

After the Plaza Weyler stop
Exit at La Paz stop

Some of the tracks are concreted in, some have beautiful lawn tracks. The construction of this tram shows the will to install an efficient means of transport for the city of Santa Cruz. I think it worked well.

After the Puente Zurita stop (and in front of the local employment office)

The tram climbs ever higher and higher. Me too. However, on foot. Before this recording, I had to work through a crowd of people standing in front of a kind of shop. At first I thought it was one of the many gambling dens. But it was the local job center.

Dorada brewery on the way to the Conservatorio stop

The Dorada brewery produces what I think is the tastiest beer in the Canary Islands. I prefer the Dorada Especial.

Shortly before the terminus La Trinidad in the mountains

After my walk up the Santa Cruz hills I took the tram back.

Driver perspective

The interior of the vehicles is modern and bright. There are two USB charging sockets for mobile phones on the handlebars where the stop request buttons are located in other cities.

inner space

Illegal driving is never worth it, especially not here in Santa Cruz. The tariffs are slightly higher than I am used to from Germany.

400 € for black driving

Fight for survival in the witch forest of Anaga

There are days when I need a little unnecessary effort. A masochistic voice in me makes my body suffer from pain. Sore muscles can be so nice. Monday is our departure day, so I'm planning a hiking day in Anaga National Park for Sunday. It's supposed to be Sunday, because the buses go there only at 05:30 on weekdays in the morning, and I don't want to torture myself so much after all. The timetable says that the departure at “Sabados” is at 07:30. After all, sleep two hours longer. I should have tried a couple of hours of Spanish for a long time. Friday evening, before going to bed, Jörg and I look again at the timetable to plan a tour on Saturday. Other bus lines also have “Domingos” as days in the timetable. Crap! Sabados are Saturdays. I have to start the hike tomorrow, because this bus doesn't run on Sundays.

My alarm clock rings at 06:00. I pack a bottle of water and a few other things in my backpack and make my way to the Intercambiador, the central bus station.

Intercamiador
Intercamiador

Unfortunately bread is out. I can buy something on the way. Think! At that time the city was pitch black. No people on the street and no shops open. In the bus station there is nothing for breakfast other than coffee. Then I buy something in Chamorga, the final stop. Many hikes start from there, so hungry hikers can certainly eat there too.

Linie 947
Line 947

I am the only passenger on the bus. According to the timetable, the journey takes approximately one hour. I find € 1.25 for a fair fare. The bus winds through the narrow streets into the mountains. The rising sun turns the low-hanging clouds pink. Spanish fiesta music can be heard on the radio and the driver is slowly torturing the bus with manual switching up the mountains. After about 2 hours I will be dropped off in Chamorga.

Chamorga
Chamorga

The place is very clear. After 10 minutes I saw everything. Also the building, which was probably a bar or a snack bar at some point. Nobody far and wide. So I have no choice but to start on an empty stomach and without food. A 10-kilometer hiking trail towards the coast promises a supermarket in the next town, according to the information board. Fine.

Igueste de San Andrés should be my goal.

Fog hangs in the mountains. The forests in Anaga are a kind of rainforest. It is also the wettest region on the island. The trails are wet and slippery.

Fog and lush green

Legends about witches who mischief in the forests and caves of the mountains are told. I can imagine that very well. The landscape looks magical and magical.

Zauberwald
Enchanted forest

I take my time and enjoy the fresh air. I can't move quickly on the slippery surface anyway. The climb to La Cumbrilla is steep and my stomach soon reports. The tuna steak from the previous evening gives me strength and the nearby supermarket motivates me. After about an hour I see a few small stone houses. I'm looking forward to a baguette and delicious Serrano ham.

Die schwarze Katze von der Hexe
The black cat from the witch

A black cat greets me on the way to the village. Is that the cat of one of the witches? Delicious kitchen smell comes from one of the houses and a woman sings at work. This is torture! And I'm slowly really believing that witches are doing their mischief here. You have hexed the supermarket. The next bus will take about 6 hours. I have to move on quickly, otherwise I end up in a saucepan myself.

La Cumbrilla
La Cumbrilla

It continues steeply. There are cacti on the side of the path that bear ripe prickly pears. If this hike becomes a struggle for survival, I could eat it so as not to starve. I actually prefer things like tequila.

Palme
Palm tree

The path is getting steeper and stony and is hardly recognizable. After a few slips I climb on all fours. Am I still on the right track? I haven't seen a mark in a while. It seems to me Spanish and I turn around. After about 20 minutes I find the last mark. I actually should have turned. The thing was also difficult to see. Were sure to be the witches to lure me into the trap. At least the way will be a little easier again. Steps dug in clay make climbing easier. My mood improves and hunger is forgotten for now.

Vom Hunger benebelt dämlich gequältes grinsen
Stupid grief stunned by hunger

Once at the summit, the path crosses a road. I could also sit on the side of the road and hitchhike back. The people on the islands are usually very nice and the chances of someone stopping are great. The little masochistic voice, however, answers again and forces me to continue running. The path becomes smaller again and leads me through a valley into the next enchanted forest. I miss the way markings at a fork. Left or right? Not correct! Back. I've got lost again. And I don't even have bread to mark the way. Or ham, or ... muzzle your stomach!

Links oder rechts?
Left or right?

Fortunately, the right junction was not that far away this time. The white and yellow marking shows me the way.

weiß-gelb zeigt mir den Kurs
White and yellow shows me the course

It keeps going up and the vegetation becomes barren. Trees become small bushes, palm trees become cacti. I reach the highest point of the tour and I am rewarded with a breathtaking view of the coast. It was worth it.

Die Belohnung
The reward

I see Igueste down in the valley. I have to go there. There the bus runs every two hours and there are always restaurants on the coast. The goal is in sight. Passing a few goats, I climb over the mountain and start to descend.

Määähhhh!
Määähhhh!

I did it. I escaped the witch forest. There is no fog here and no dark paths. Almost only cacti are growing on this side of the mountains. Each of my steps is accompanied by a rustle in the undergrowth. Thousands of little lizards whiz around and hide from my big feet.

Sommer, Sonne, Kaktus.
Summer sun Cactus.

At some point I reach a street again. It is only a few hundred meters to the town. My steps speed up. I can smell it. Something to eat. Again I am greeted by cats. But this time it's white cats. Sissi was a black cat and actually black cats always bring us luck. Different laws apply in a bewitched forest. In any case, I find a tapas bar just behind the cats and stuff my chest full.

Glückskatzen
Lucky cats

It took me about 5 hours to cover the 10 kilometers. With this cut, I think I have the best chances should I apply to DHL.

Prost!
Bottom up!

Farewell dinner and clearing out

Our time in Tenerife is coming to an end. That's why we arranged to meet the crews of the Roede Orm and Grace for a farewell dinner in the restaurant. Experience has shown that it is better to let the celebrations for the last evening run on the penultimate evening. Then you start sleeping and rested into the sailing day.

La Hierbita

So I walk through the city in the afternoon and try to find a restaurant that I noticed a few days ago. If you think of somewhere with seven people at the best meal time, the chances are they will send you away again.

The waiter who enters my reservation request in the thick book says to me that it is an ugly evening. There is a lot going on because a festival is taking place. In fact, they have been building the concert site right next to the marina for days.

Concert site

Jens and I slowly prepare ourselves and take another shower. We almost want to get off the boat when there is a knock on the side. Three somewhat demolished figures are there and my first thought is that hitchhikers want to be taken across the Atlantic again.

Spanish Customs
The first of the three holds an official ID card under my nose and a few minutes later the Spanish customs are in our cockpit. We are asked about our route, have to conjure up all kinds of ship documents and then Sissi is photographed. Immediately after arrival, the Oberzöllner said to us: “I apologize in the name of the Spanish Kingdom for the man that is going to sing!” In good German: The customs officer apologized for the guy for whom they set up the stage. We don't hear anything yet. The customs officer also notes that his grandmother is a big fan of the singer.

Queue at the inlet

So we meet with the Roede Orm and Grace in front of the marinators. We watch the snake slowly advance at the inlet. We hope to miss the concert at dinner.

The rows of seats fill up.

My nose didn't cheat on me. The restaurant is good. The restaurant is really good. We feast properly. As stupid Germans we ordered one starter per person, three of which were starters. That was nonsense, because the Spaniards are used to sharing their starters at the table. A plate would also have been enough, we would have better ordered another starter. The main course is also delicious, no dessert fits in anymore.

Three sailing boats at a table

We roll back on board with a full stomach. The concert can be heard several hundred meters in front of the marina. It doesn't help that some of the protagonists are still wasting time at various ATMs, we also hear the concert at the ATMs.

Concert is on

So we sit down together in the cockpit of the Sissi and continue celebrating, because you have to celebrate the festivals as they fall. With the yodeling from the concert, sleep is out of the question. Oh yes, we found the main actor on Youtube:

The tax collector was right to apologize.

At noon the following day, I go to the port police. I have all the papers from Sissi and the crew with me.

The clearing is done in 10 minutes, it took much longer to explain to the police officers in front of the building what I wanted from them.

Now we have officially left the European Union with Sissi and have to leave the port within the next 24 hours (or something like that). We have no other plans. Adios Espana. Bye Europe. Caribbean, we are almost on our way.

3rd Advent

And another week has passed. We changed the island and are in Tenerife. There we are in the capital Santa Cruz - not without reason. Here I can take a few tram pictures one last time in front of the Caribbean, the supply situation is good and we can clarify, so we have exit stamps made in the passports. The third Advent will also be the last Sunday we spend ashore this year. Tomorrow we want to start in the Caribbean.

Santa in the ball

In Santa Cruz people have gone to great lengths for Christmas decorations. The few lights that we can record in Playa Blanca on Lanzarote are just a small thing compared to the decoration here.

Christmas baubles

There are real trees in Tenerife, so the city mothers and fathers did not have to have artificial firs installed.

Pedestrian zone after closing time

There are no longer many pedestrians in the pedestrian zone, so Santa Cruz is no different from Frankfurt. But a big carpet of lights hangs over it. Christmas ducks, Christmas flamingos and Christmas parrots shine in competition with Christmas dolphins.

Central square

The central square opposite the harbor is decorated with Christmas captive balloons and the beautiful Christmas palms in red.

Church opposite the marina

The church opposite the marina is illuminated for Christmas. All in all a nice setting for the third Advent.

We wish everyone a happy rest of Advent. Have a nice party, we're leaving tomorrow. The tension increases, but so does the anticipation. We will spend Christmas and New Year's on the Atlantic when our plans work.

Santa Cruz - I'm getting weak ...

The first impression after leaving the marina is violent. Next to the marina is the port where ferries and cruise ships moor.

Harbor facility in front of mountain range

My first thought about Santa Cruz was that this city is incredibly ugly. It is particularly ugly when hundreds of cruise tourists push their way through the city center. It was particularly bad yesterday, two German ships were in the harbor. A couple from Saxony threw me chunks of heavily Saxon-colored English on the street. “We - camera - click - picture - us”, they showed me the trigger of their camera. When I tried to counter with the broadest Hessian “Isch don't miss a word!”, They turned angrily and took pictures of each other. Well, not my problem.

Downtown Santa Cruz

If you walk through the city with your eyes open, it spreads with all its charm. I had to look twice, then the beauty in chaos opened up to me. In addition to the living silos that were glued to the mountain slopes, there are always small alleys with restaurants and shops. Almost without exception the restaurants smell good, I would eat there immediately.

Alleyways with a restaurant on the corner

For the supply you can find grocery stores, China shops (there is really everything!), Hardware stores and and and ... The hardware stores are about the size of a garage and if you don't have the desired part in stock, send them to the nearest hardware store. The Chinese are no different, by the way, but they always have almost everything there.

View over Santa Cruz to the port

The main means of transport in Santa Cruz is the tram, hundreds of bus routes run and many, many cars clog the steep streets. We haven't been to a big city for a long time. Santa Cruz is also home to the Dorada Brewery, which I think is the best beer in the Canary Islands. Definitely buy the “Dorada Especial” (black cans), there is a real taste in it. The red cans are better avoided.

Tram in front of the Dorada brewery

There are also guided tours of the brewery, but I saved them. The process of making the barley juice is well known to me.

I had to pick up the street sweeper. In Frankfurt one reads from time to time in the newspaper that the street sweepers (have to) bind their brush brushes themselves, with which the street is then polished. In Santa Cruz you just take palm fronds, they don't have to be tied and serve the same purpose.

The street is being whipped with a palm frond

When strolling through the city center, you come across a small square with large trees and a historic building. Or there is another alley where restaurants have put their tables in front of the door.

All this in December. Winter mood may not arise for me anymore. Calls to your home country are also difficult to understand when there are reports of sleet, freezing temperatures and dark days. We wear T-shirts, shorts, and run around in sandals. It is a pleasant 22 ° C during the day and hardly less at night.

Small place with beautiful trees

As I let myself drift through the city center, I suddenly see a building that stands out from the crowd. I have to take a closer look at that. What's this? Why is there so much going on? I come closer and see that it is a market.

Mercado de nuestra senora de africa

In Frankfurt I regularly go to markets and buy almost all of my groceries there. This was often not possible on our trip, the markets in Portugal close very early and we sleep a long time. We did not see any markets in Great Britain and there were no usable markets in Lanzarote, for example.

Upper level

It doesn't look that way in the picture, but there are a lot of tourists on the upper level of the market. Flowers and handicrafts are sold. And knick-knacks. And Christmas stuff. I find the lower level more exciting.

Lower level of the market

In the basement I find a long line of fishmongers, butchers, fruit stalls, vegetable shops, cheese sellers, and and and. It immediately reminds me of the Kleinmarkthalle in Frankfurt. Feelings of home arise.

Fruit stand

I'm getting weak. A fishmonger holds out a tuna to me, she is allowed to cut two nice tuna steaks for Jens and me right away. It looks soooo good.

Directions

A few minutes later, a few mini peppers from Tenerife fall into my backpack, followed by a huge sweet potato from Lanzarote. Here you can really shop locally, so it's fun. I send a message to Jens, who did not want to accompany me on my tram photo walk, that dinner was hunted.

We will still get the fresh goods that we want to buy for our Atlantic crossing on this market.

The dinner was a complete success. We feasted again like the gods in France. The best thing is that the market is less than a kilometer from the marina. I can already see us driving our bulging heels back to Sissi. My stomach growls again when I write these lines.

Santa Cruz is not ugly. Santa Cruz is different. It doesn't open up immediately, but when it catches you, it just makes you happy.

Vilaflor

Most of the public transport in Tenerife takes place by bus. There are express buses that connect the larger towns with each other via the highways, and there are also local buses, known as guaguas. The buses run at frequent intervals and almost around the clock, you can reach all spots in Tenerife with it. So it is analogously on relevant websites about this beautiful island.

The buses are operated by Titsa. On their website there are somehow online timetables. I'm usually not overwhelmed with other bus systems, tariffs and timetables, but here I had to throw in the towel. Jens and I actually wanted to go to Teide, the highest mountain in the Canary Islands. As a result, the consultation of various websites showed that there are exactly two buses in the morning that go to the valley station of the cable car on the Teide. And there are two buses in the afternoon. That doesn't quite fit the tight rhythm. If we had got up at 6:30 a.m., we could have reached one of these two buses. That is out of the question. This time is only available on the Sissi when we are on the move and do our 24/7 operation.

However, we decided not to take a rental car and instead walked to the Intercambiador, the central bus station in Santa Cruz. It is located just under a kilometer from the marina. Both local buses and long-distance buses across the island start there. We go to the information desk and ask for a connection to Vilaflor, a town about 20 km from Teide. We hoped to be able to see and take pictures of the Teide from there.

In the express bus

The friendly lady at the counter explains that we first have to take the express bus to San Isidro, change there to the local bus to El Medano and get a bus to Vilaflor in El Medano. It is easy. The express bus also runs in a quarter of an hour. Great, that's how we imagined it.

On the motorway, the bus driver really accelerates and overtakes what needs to be overtaken. The photo shows the bus in the preferred left lane. San Isidro, 40 km away, is just one stop away.

WiFi in the bus

The bus is not crowded and there is even WiFi. This is not particularly quick, but it is enough for a few visits to websites, sending messages and getting weather data for our Atlantic crossing.

While our bus is still entering the San Isidro bus stop, we see the bus to El Medano rolling towards the stop. A perfect transfer relationship. We are not familiar with this quality from Germany. The local bus to El Medano is also on time and has WiFi. In El Medano, however, the glory is over. We cannot find the timetable for the bus to Vilaflor at the final stop.

A short request from the bus driver who brought us to El Medano shows that there is no bus to Vilaflor. We should get back in with him, he takes us to Granadilla. There we could change to Vilaflor. Okay, we think, then we'll do it this way. The bus goes back to San Isidro, then on to Granadilla.

Bus station in Granadilla

Granadilla is a somewhat sleepy place at the foot of the mountains. We have about half an hour's stay and actually find the clear timetable for the buses to Vilaflor. There are pretty much five connections a day. After all, the notice board has more connections to offer than Google. Google only knows two.

Waiting in Granadilla

Our bus is already there, the driver cannot be seen yet. He comes to his bus on time for departure, opens the door and the few passengers can get on. By the way, there are no tariffs for buying a non-stop ticket from Santa Cruz to Vilaflor; every time you change, you buy a new card.

Bus trip from Granadilla to Vilaflor - the road is still wide here

Then a wild ride on narrow roads into the mountains begins. This bus no longer has WiFi, we would also not have had time to paddle on the cell phones, because the landscape will be beautiful. The paved belt winds higher and higher into the mountains. After all, the highest mountain is over 3000 meters high.

View from the bus to the sea - there are trees on Tenerife (unlike Lanzarote)

We arrive in Vilaflor less than two and a half hours after our departure from Santa Cruz. We get out and walk along the main street. It feels like we're in a different world. Everything is built up and full in Santa Cruz. The streets are bustling and traffic is raging. Vilaflor feels like we've changed the island.

Main street of Vilaflor

Small restaurants, bars and hotels line the main street. Many cyclists use the place to rest. The sun is shining from the sky, but I'm cold. The place is quite high. Why did I leave the sweater on the Sissi? In the middle of the village we find the village square, which is even quite modern. We take pictures like the wild ones.

Jens just took a photo in the central village square

There is a small church above the village square. In contrast to many other churches, it is not closed. That is rare.

Church in Vilaflor

We enter the room of silent prayer to see how this church is designed. The church exceeds our expectations. Although the churches in Spain are often opulently furnished with figures, windows and other jewelry, we would not have expected such a beautiful interior in this small place.

Vilaflor Church (interior)

In fact, people are in the building for prayer even during the week. So this one photo has to be enough, then we leave the church again.

Jörg in Vilaflor

Then Jens catches me with the camera. Fortunately, I am in the shade a bit, so that I can add the picture to my blog with a clear conscience. Then we go back to the bus because we have only 20 minutes until the last bus leaves. Somehow we had forgotten that there are five departures a day. Google insists that the last bus leaves at 1:22 p.m.

Jens walks in Vilaflor

We are at the stop at 1:10 p.m. and read the timetable again. There is another departure at 3:00 p.m. We plan spontaneously. Jens would like to walk a few kilometers along the road to the most beautiful switchbacks. I just want to hang around in town. When Jens is already gone, the bus first drives through at 1:18 p.m. (timetable, not Google). Then an Englishman comes with hiking gear and waits for the bus at 1:22 p.m. (Google, no timetable). I explain to him that his bus has just left and that Google is lying. He doesn't think that's great, but he can't change it either. Now he has to see how he gets his ferry in Santa Cruz at 6 p.m.

An hour later, Jens and I sit in the bar next to the bus stop. We drink a beer on a successful day. Then the trip goes back.

On the way back to Santa Cruz - we'll sail down there in a few days!

We reach our destination on time, find a burger bar with delicious meatballs and good internet. There we hear the first half of our Eintracht's game against Guimaraez. We hear the second half on board, then we celebrate the move into the next round of the European Cup with a real cider. A successful day, even if we have not seen the Teide.

Arrived in Tenerife

After pretty much a 26 hour drive or 136 miles we arrived in Tenerife. In the last hours before the arrival, the wind unfortunately decreased a lot, otherwise we would have made the route in less than 24 hours. But we are here, in the last port before the Caribbean. If everything works as planned.

Sunrise between Lanzarote and Tenerife

The wind came from aft directions all the time, the waves too. As usual, this had the effect that Jens shared his dinner with Neptune. He actually fed everything to Neptune. I should have pulled the nice steak in myself. With good will I would have found room for it. While he slept off his seasickness, I filled him with a tomato bag soup with rice in a thermos. It stayed in there.

Tenerife in sight

During the approach, contact to the marina via VHF channel 9 was unproblematic, a marinero was waiting for us on the jetty and helped with the mooring. Our new neighbors are friendly French people, with whom I can once again practice my knowledge of their national language.

The WIFI is chargeable here. But it is also fast as a rat. It costs around € 2 a day and it's worth it. We have been able to update nautical charts within a short time, and the Hessian radio is again playing without interruptions. We are looking forward to the Eintracht game on Thursday.

Souvenirs from the Marina Rubicon: In the Marina Rubicon you have to borrow adapters for the shore power cable for a deposit of € 50; the sockets installed there are sufficient for 32A and have the large plugs. The adapters are not waterproof. That's why our shore power plug has filled with water over time. First of all here in Santa Cruz FI switch hewn out. Of course, we also stole the electricity from the friendly French in this way. Thank you, Marina Rubicon!

According to Google, the nearest supermarket is only 300 meters away, and it is not far to the city center. We will try it out.