We are still enjoying our time at anchor in Portimao. It's hard not to. The waves gently lull us to sleep, there is no uncomfortable swell. Only the cold water on-board shower from Sissi is a minor problem. But we have a dinghy with which we can drive to the marina. There we borrow code cards for the showers from other sailors. I have to say the showers in the marina in Portimao are the best showers we have used since Belfast (!).
And then there are the repairs. I'm a little dissatisfied with the shipyard's work on the wind generator.
On the way from Guernsey to Roscoff, the screws connecting the wind generator support to Sissi were loose. That gave vibrations without end and the support wobbled back and forth like stupid. We tightened the screws, replaced a lost screw and nothing vibrated after that. You haven't shaken loose since Roscoff either. Why do the screws that you tighten yourself hold better than those screwed by the shipyard? Not a screw has loosened on the wind vane that we installed ourselves.
In the anchor bay we noticed that the wind generator was shaking wildly up and down. There, too, a screw had passed and had to be replaced. It's pretty high when you climb up there. I don't like the height.
Otherwise, the view from the anchorage is terrific. On the one hand the great rocks that frame the beach. On the other side is the sea that billows behind the breakwater and sometimes sloshes over the breakwater. Then the view of the driveway, where fishermen keep coming and going. Based on the size of the seagull cloud that was dragged along, you can estimate how good the day's catch was.
Socially, life at the anchor chain is completely different from life in the marina. You can think of it on land like the difference between an apartment close to the city center and a house in a suburb with lots of green around it.
In the marina you can just walk over to the neighbors, have a coffee or ask for an urgently needed tool. If one leaves the marina, one is in a few steps in the city and has all the achievements of civilization. The neighbors come to the marina regularly - even if it's just for a little chat.
You are alone at anchor. People don't come out of the marina with their dinghies to have a coffee. This is of course also to be assessed positively, because if you don't come to drink coffee, you won't come to decimate the beer supplies or to empty the fridge.
If one wants to motivate the average sailor to change his location, it has to be planned. Like today: Steffi von der Bigfoot turns 50 today and has invited to a beach party. On such an occasion, the dinghies are also made clear in the marina.
We will stay here until tomorrow evening, then we will drive over to Lagos to the marina. There are now postal parcels that we have to pick up.