In another country at a different time

It's not easy to spend these days so that you don't get stupid in your head. The daily walk to the supermarket is one of the highlights of the day. Although the marina shower, the staff shower of the adjacent hotel, has a very bad quality of stay, a visit there is another highlight. Yesterday I spent five hours at the stove and conjured up a dinner for the Chapo and us. All the time I have tortured Jens with kitchen smells. The event was a roast beef tenderly pink on crunchy carrots with a huge mountain of crispy potato pancakes refined with a little Parmesan. The roast was admittedly more pink than tender, but everyone enjoyed it. We have been cooking each other for the past few days.

The positive thing about the situation is that we come to things that we have left behind for months. In Lisbon we have made many videos, cut and published nothing so far. While I was standing at the stove, Jens was doing video editing. And now we have a little video of Lisbon with - uh - a small amount of trams. The tram there is, in my opinion, a rolling monument.

On the other side of the Atlantic, half a dozen cruise ships loaded with tourists in front of the city, open bars and restaurants, crowds of people roll through the city center, clump in front of the elevator to the upper city or spring from fully occupied trams. I watched the video two or three times. Not because of the great shots with the shaky handheld camera. Not because of the fantastic film music (Gema-free). Not because I have nothing else to do. I enjoyed life on the streets.

Is the scene at 3 min 46 seconds to be understood as a view of the future? What does life look like in public in half a year or a year?

Adeus Lisboa!

It is time again. We release the lines and drive to new destinations. The time in Oeiras and Lisbon was nice, but now we want to continue. We don't know where it will take us. As a minimum goal, we plan to come to Sines.

We bought the supermarket around the corner empty, they don't have to work the rest of the week. Our heel porch, with its overweight, almost never made it to the marina. To do this, we have again stashed up some supplies.

The next destination in Portugal is the Algarve. So far we have only been in marinas, we have to go to a beautiful anchor bay. We have had a lot of hot tips in the past few weeks.

Late afternoon sun at Praça do Comércio

Three new pages have been added to our blog: Lisbon, Castelo and tram. We also have that Stalking link replaced by a page. At the jetty we said goodbye to new friends, Mathilda, Danny and Marc from Gentoo.

Speaking of ship names. I'm a guy who has a hard time remembering names. It is easier with ship names, especially if you have a picture of the ship in front of you. There are also fewer ships than people. But that's not how I do it on my own ...

If you meet another sailing crew on the way, you always give the name of the ship. So when Jens and I meet other sailors, we are the “Sissis". This is how it is generally handled. Even if you want to address a stranger at the jetty, the best thing to do is to use the name of the ship.

Fat harbor jellyfish in Oeiras

I close the chapter Lisboa for the time being with a thick harbor jellyfish that has made itself comfortable in the port of Oeiras. We saw her on several days. We are in a special mood because we will soon be leaving Europe.

Tram in Lisbon

Jens groaned when we drove to Lisbon on the first day of our stay in Oeiras and ran after the tram. He had imagined it differently. That day, however, it was unthinkable to take a ride, as there were five cruise ships in front of Lisbon. They all blocked the trams.

Tram with sea view

After a few minutes, Jens also got the hunting fever. We fired on the rustic trams at every corner and there are indeed beautiful photo opportunities at every corner. This is also due to the seasonal low sun, which provides exciting lighting situations in the afternoon.

Low sun creates great motifs

Now I feel more comfortable. I put the first tram photos on the blog. That's enough for now Lisbon side I will update in a few days. If a few photos have been added that show motifs other than rail vehicles.

Portuguese sailboat traps

And once again we sat out in a beautiful place. We really liked Peniche. Once again it is important to get rid of the lines and continue sailing. The wind forecast promises a stable north wind of 12 to 15 knots for the whole of October 2. Perfect. The fact that we found a black cat in the evening that could be petted was a good omen.

Black cat with a pet

After a goodbye beer with David, we said goodbye early so that we could start early the next day. Of course the last part of the plan didn't work, we started the machine around noon, since David had been on the road for a long time. What kind of sleepers are we ...

No sooner were we out of the harbor than the right sailing wind was ready. We rolled out the genoa, we don't need the big with the tail wind and the route was definitely too short for the Parasailor. Hanging the wind vane and hanging out on the boat went together. We were pleased that the Portuguese coast was slowly being carried past Sissi.

Sailboat traps
At night they are difficult to see, the Portuguese sailboat traps. It's easy during the day. The fishermen do not leave these traps to catch sailboats, but the danger is great. I am always jittery that we overlook such a flag at night when driving a motor, run over it and then use the fishing gear to wind the rope around our propeller.

Sailboat trap

Such sailboat traps exist in all countries that we have traveled to so far. They seem to me particularly often in Portugal. You can still find them very far out when the water is already 100 meters deep.

We were able to avoid those in Peniche without any problems, and there is no danger to the propeller under sail. So we enjoyed the trip, sat around in the sun and shade and were looking forward to Lisbon. On the AIS we could see that there were two other German sailing boats parallel to us in a distance of three miles, plus a Dane on a parallel course. Regatta feeling did not appear, because the wind was weak and was only between 8 and 10 knots strong. That is just enough to leave our genoa still and to make slow progress with about 3 knots. That's okay, the main thing is to sail. We don't want to hear the engine humming.

Alarm! Man overboard !!!!!!!!!
I was working on the pictures of Peniche when our navigation computer suddenly went into alarm mode. Man overboard. A SART transmitter one of the other sailboats had fired. Crap. And in this calm weather. How can this happen?

Jens immediately started taking care of the wind vane. If we want to come to the rescue there, we have to drive the fastest way to the scene of the accident. The wind vane cannot help us here. I attached myself to the radio to contact the boat to which the transmitter belongs. After a short conversation with the “accident victim” we were able to relax again, because the crew was probably just bored, they tested their transmitters. Unfortunately, not with the test function, but by triggering a real alarm. Even the coast guard has not forgotten that. A few minutes later came a radio message from that boat, the name of which I do not want to write here, that it was only a test. Luckily, a person in the water is the worst thing that can happen to you on a sailboat.

David contacted us a few hours later. He would have seen on AIS that we were just overtaking him. David started two hours ahead of us. Great, I thought to myself, Sissi is a decent regatta yacht. However, the German boats and the Dane pulled away. We couldn't follow them.

We didn't really care. Due to the slow drive we were able to make up for an arrival in daylight anyway. We prefer arriving at night after before midnight, because after midnight you get the first night for free. We are always happy to take this discount with us, darkness looks exactly the same at 11 p.m. as at 1 a.m.

Main drive weakens, stutters and then stops
After the production and consumption of a lasagna that was absolutely vital for Jens, the wind stopped playing for a while. 10 knots became only 8 knots, then 6 knots and we were already considering driving the remaining 20 miles to Oeiras. Sissi kept moving in the swell and the genoa fluttered wildly in the breeze, the forestay trembled and the lines cracked. The feeling is appalling, there are no such blows at 9 Beaufort. Then the wind came again and we could continue sailing. I went to bed.

In any case, we wanted to be in the marina before 6 a.m., because the weather forecast later only promised calm. There was less wind all day than we were promised in the forecast, so the wind stopped blowing completely at 3 in the morning. What does it mean to blow, he stopped blowing.

So Uncle Benz was started, the genoa rolled up and the Watermaker tried again for the last driving hour. We want to have enough drinking water. On the AIS we were able to watch the two German sailing boats try to anchor in front of Cascais. We also had another contact with David, who we left behind and who told us that he was still four hours away from his destination Sesimbra. How lucky we were with the tour planning and the wind.

Almost crash
Now they were back, the sailboat traps. Since the engine was running, we had to look out well in the dark to see if we could drive over such a fishing flag. That went quite well, although more and more lights contaminate the darkness from the countryside. We could already see the lights of the bridge over the Tagus on the horizon.

Traffic lights in red and green are an imposition for every sailor looking for red or green beacons. Street lighting is forbidden, it distracts you from the fishing flags. And then, just before entering the harbor, I see a few tiny LED lights glowing in the dark, right in front of our bow. Another Portuguese specialty - unlit, tiny fishing boats that do their business right in front of the harbor entrance. We passed it a few meters away. The fishermen didn't seem to notice us at all.

Landing approach
Almost exactly at four o'clock in the morning we found a free berth directly opposite the entrance, moored Sissi and approved the obligatory feeder beer.

Marina Oeiras

After I slept in, I completed the registration formalities. We have to change the berth again, then we can stay here for a few days.

Finally: Lisbon!
Lisbon is not just a beautiful city that I know from a visit a few years ago by motorcycle. Lisbon also has a tram, so I will have my photo fun and Jens will have to comply. If necessary, I calm him down with lasagna. Lisbon is also an important stopover, the last major place in Europe and the last city on the mainland that we will visit. After that we want to continue to the Algarve for a few days and then to Madeira.

In the port I met the crew from the Lucky Star, who we met in Leixoes. We are almost half-way through the evening. And I met the crews of the two German sailing boats that we only saw on the AIS yesterday and spoke on the radio. I will still show you their AIS-SART, because I would not have thought that the range of the things is so great.

Today we probably don't go to Lisbon anymore. We still need stable internet because tonight our harmony is playing in Guimaraes. And we need a butcher, a vegetable shop and a supermarket. Our fresh supplies are somewhere near zero. Tomorrow we get up early (haha!) And take the S-Bahn into town. It runs every quarter of an hour and only needs a quarter of an hour. So I put up with it.

(I will write this post after the internet connection has been established. The port WLAN seems to be okay, HR1 is playing over the internet. So it is enough for the livestream of our concord.)