The Flow of sailing (and what to do when you’re bored)

Back in Sweden, back at work, and halfway through the cold that seems to be my “welcome back to society”-gift. With a busy time at work I haven’t had time to reflect much, but I remembered that several months ago I wrote a text about sailing and flow that I would like to share with you. It started with Jens daydreaming about a faster, leaner boat that you could just land on a beach. He read a quote from a boat designer out loud:

“I have yet not met a person who thinks that it is more fun to go slow than to sail fast”

And I think everyone who knows me know that I am a rather impatient person. Which holds true also for sailing. Yet, maybe it’s my stubborn soul but something inside of me would like to protest against that statement. Because there is nothing like a really slow sail that enables me to think to the thoughts end. And isn’t that exactly what people are saying they miss out on these days? People go to yoga classes or a retreat, run miles in the rain or mow their lawn to get some space to think. Sailing slow will give you just that.


Racing, or sailing through the night, will typically give you the opposite experience – a total focus on here and now.  When you are racing fast with the boat you are occupied doing just that – all attention on the compass, the sails, the waves and the wind in your neck. When it requires just the right amount of focus, skill and attention you get a sense of flow.

I think that the reason it’s much easier to get flow when sailing than at the workplace is that you seldom get disturbed. It is monotonous enough to get you in the zone and you can always find a way of challenging yourself. The challenge could be trying to steer an exact course, getting the perfect angle towards the wind to fill the sails, or facing the waves and surfing down fast while still keeping a nice motion of the boat.

On the same time, you can also often decrease the difficulty if it gets too hard. If the wind is too strong and its force on the tiller makes your arm go numb you can decrease the sail area. If you have trimmed the boat as good as you can and it’s still too challenging it may be possible to lower the goal instead, e.g. change the course a bit so that it is easier to surf down the waves without the risk of a gybe. Or have a star as your guide when it’s too hard to see the compass in the dark.

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This creates the perfect space for flow. That magnificent space of full concentration that distorts time and make you live only in the here and now. If there is one thing I know about this year it is that my comfort zone in sailing has been heavily expanded, and I can now for instance enjoy sailing through the night or racing with more than 10 m/s in the back.

Now I’m not the first person to think about this connection between flow and sailing. I found a blog on “The Psychology of Sailing” that had a post on this very topic, but from a sailing athlete point of view.


When sailing is all you do day after day, month after month, the sailing in itself is not enough to entertain and stimulate the daily life. Probably your partner is not enough either 😉 You need to find some other source of entertainment and new perspectives. Listening to some good music during the night can both speed up the time and with the perfect soundtrack big scary waves in the dark can be transformed into a thrilling ride and enable a sense of flow. But then of course, there are lots of times when it’s too easy to sail and therefore easy to get bored.  The perfect activity then (except for making an apple crumble) is listening to a podcast. And to all our fellow sailors out there who are continuing their journey (or friends at home who want entertainment for their commute), here comes a list of some of my favourites:

TED Radio hour at NPR  “a journey through fascinating ideas, astonishing inventions, and new ways to think and create”. I’m a real TED geek, but I realised years ago that the radio hour can be even more interesting than the talks since they combine a number of speakers surrounding a specific theme. Try the episode on Failure is an option or The Hero’s Journey to get an idea.

Radiolab could be described as documentaries on various topics produced in a similar way as TED radio hour. The last one I listened to was on the subject of “K-poparazzi” which gave some interesting insights on cultural differences, but you can also learn about the story behind Candid Camera (Smile my ass), the world of hackers in Darkode or Patient Zero which tells the stories of how they have backtracked to the very first person with HIV.

One of my favourite radio shows in Sweden is “Sommar i P1”, a show where celebrities, scientists and entrepreneurs get to have their own show on a topic of their choice. It’s in Swedish but you can listen to a couple of episodes, including an inspiring talk by Johan Rockström, Professor in Environmental Science and the artists Lars Ulrich from Metallica, the global superstar Maher Zain and Tobias Forge, the singer in Ghost. For geeky Swedish-speakers I also recommend the podcasts “Snedtänkt” or “Allt du velat veta”.


What are your podcast favourites?


All the best from the cold land up North!

– Petra


The Balearics part II: Relaxing at Formentera island

I think most of our friends would be surprised if we said that we loved the buzz at Ibiza. Sure, it was a very interesting place to visit and I’m glad that we did. But when you can’t sleep in a small bay at anchor because the club on the beach is still having a party at 4 a.m., you kind of long for a calm place where dropping an anchor means enjoying nature. The weather didn’t allow for us to visit northern Ibiza at this time, instead we left the insanely huge yachts at southern shore of Ibiza (note the “tiny” catamaran on the side of the yacht on the photo below) and headed south to the islands of Espalmador and Formentera. I’ll be honest with you, I had not heard about Formentera before we started reading in the pilot book of the Balearics our Norwegian friend gave us way back up in A Coruna.


Simply put, you go to Ibiza to party and you go to Formentera to relax on the beach. Although Formentera has a nice village where the ferry from Ibiza stops, there is not so much else to do but to enjoy the sun and the sea. We decided to row ashore and enjoy the sunset with some sangria on one of the beach restaurants.


The sunsets here are something else, and when the sun sets most of the yachts leave for their home harbour and you can enjoy a bit more room to swing around the anchor.


At first, we didn’t intend to go to Formentera, but to the private island Espalmador – the island known both for its pink sand and the high frequency of celebrities. As usual though we arrived too late to get one of the moorings and had to drop the anchor outside Formentera instead. The next day we decided to take a walk furthest north on the island, to at least get a closer glimpse of Espalmador. There are beaches on both sides and low vegetation on the top.

DSCN0230DSCN0237The path takes you past both nudist beaches, beautiful cliffs and stone sculptures. Fomentera and Espalmador is separated by a shallow stretch of water and there is a beach on the north side of Formentera which overlooks the private island. Very few people make the effort to walk that far north and we basically got the beach for ourselves.



After dropping of Caroline it was then time for us to leave the Balearics and turn back to the mainland again. By then we had realized that it was time for us to either sell the boat or head back home. The passage back went rather smooth but I won´t deny that it felt a bit sad.


That journey has taken many turns since then, and we are now both back in Portugal to try and sort it out. Pleeease keep your fingers crossed that all the issues we have faced will resolve in this week so that we can get back home and start the next chapter in our lives – voluntarily land-bound.

– Petra




Enjoying Lagos and Barbate with family and friends

The days with our crew Stine was coming to an end. After the long slow passage to Lagos we had a couple of days before saying goodbye. The sole (a flatfish) that Stine caught on the passage was turned into a nice barbeque dinner on the beach nearby. Lagos is a popular spot om the Algarve-coast both for sailors and tourists, with beaches, caves and lots of sailing opportunities around the corner. The river Ribadeiro Bensafrim divides the modern part of town where the marina is situated from the old part of town with the surrounding town walls, churches and restaurants.

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On our second day in Lagos I got visit from my old friend from university, Cissi, with her baby boy who was born just a couple of weeks after we left Sweden. We strolled down the cobbled streets, enjoyed some lunch on one of the plazas and visited the beach “Praia do pi. Vhao” on the far end of the old town, which is beautifully surrounded by cliffs and caves. It is quite a luxury to have access to shade right on the beach even without the rent-out umbrellas that are very frequent on this coast.


Then it was time to say goodbye to Stine, and we celebrated over three weeks of sailing together with a dinner out on the town. She left us early morning to fly back from Faro, and it truly was a bit sad to say goodbye, and we feel lucky that with our first attempt of trying on crew we have also made a new friend. In the guest book she left us a guide to the most similar flags that we always seem to confuse – Holland, France, Luxembourg (and Russia). Did you know that Luxembourg and Holland has the exact same flag, but only with different shades of blue!? 😀 Thanks a lot for these three weeks Rally-Stine, a.k.a. Danish_Deckhand, you are always welcome back to sail with us!

Lucky for us, we didn´t have to feel lonely for long, since Jens parents flew in the same day for a visit! They rented a car so the next day we could take a tour inland and out to Cape St. Vincent, the most westerly point of Continental Europe. The lighthouse provided stunning views over the landscape that we passed with the boat just a few days earlier. The steep cliffs have up to 50 meter drop down to the sea, and the stone ranges from beige sandstone, dark ancient rock and red sandstone layer on top. It was clear that we had arrived to an area popular among tourists, since there were street stands, buses and cars all around. In the evening we had some nice dinner on the restaurant on top of the Mercado in Lagos, and then it was time to say goodbye to Jens father who was just visiting over the weekend.


The sail to Barbate you could read about in the last post, and since we didn’t plan on going there we didn’t really know what to expect. This small town across the Spanish border and just before the Med, is not as exploited as the Portuguese coast before, or the Costa del Sol which starts after Gibraltar. It is however famous for something else – the Bluefin Tuna (also called Red Tuna). It is caught in the “almadraba”, using an artisan method of fishing with labyrinth of nets, that’s more than a thousand years old. Along the beach in Barbate all the restaurants are bragging of their tuna specialties, and we tried it barbequed, boiled and pickled. They also have really good mojitos on the restaurants along the beach, which seem like the most common drink here after beer.

We also had a really nice dinner on a restaurant close by the harbour, and the last night we did our own barbeque by the harbour together with sailor-friend Stewart (who we first met in outside Porto) who arrived the day after us. The amount of foreign boats is steadily increasing (especially the British), even though we still see most the neighbouring countries such as Spanish, Portuguese and French boats.


Next time we’ll tell you more about our sail through Gibraltar, and Costa del Sol!

– Petra



Lagos is a sheltered harbour with good facilities for sailors. They have 460 spots but also very popular, sometimes called “Sticky Lagos” because sailors tend to stay longer than they expected. There is a very well-stocked chandlery by the fishing harbour next door, probably one of the best we have passed on our journey.

Barbate also provides reasonable shelter, we had strong easterlies when we stayed there but was protected by the large buildings by the harbour. It is a good place to stop between Lagos and Gibraltar. There are showers and washing machine, but no WIFI and a bit of a walk into town where you can stock up on the large supermarket just outside town. We paid 12,91€/night low season-price and 23€/night high season price (started 1st of June).


The many faces of sailing a longer passage

Hi there!

Generally speaking, we are day sailors. At least if you consider 12-hour stretches to be a day. But sometimes we want to get further and set out on a longer passage even though there are harbours along the coast that enable day sailing. The thing with longer passages though, is that they never really turn out the way we think when we plan for it. And afterwards, I always end up with “hindsight bias”, thinking that we should have known it would turn out this way and chosen another strategy. But no matter how much planning one do, there are things that you could not have known and that you just have to face and accept. Before telling you about our time in Lagos, let me illustrate the many faces of longer passages with two of the trips we have made the last few weeks.

Lisbon to Lagos –  163 miles, 55 hours

A racing start and rocking through the night. The goodbye to Lisbon was delayed since we realized that the technician who had been testing our systems left a bug that meant we couldn’t recharge our batteries. To get us in a better mood, I cooked some dinner and opened a bottle of wine, just to notice the technician walking down the jetty once more. And so it happened that we left Lisbon just before sunset, in a strong easterly wind. Leaving the river, a huge tanker blowed the horn and surprised us as it sneaked up just besides us in fast speed. The wind was fierce and decreased the sails. The wind decreased shortly thereafter, and soon it did not hold up the sails very well. The night felt incredibly long, a lot of sounds that kept us awake and you lie in bed trying to hold on as the boat is rocking back and forth. It was one of those nights where I wonder if it’s worth it, it is just so uncomfortable.

Close encounter through the hull. But then, when lying in bed trapped in ones own thoughts that sound appears – the sound of dolphins. It’s fascinating to lie inside the boat hearing the water rippling and knowing that just on the other side of the hull they are swimming next to us, those high pitch noises that they use for orientation and communication piercing through the hull. A sense of wonder appears and at that time it is all worth it again. The next day we are all in some kind of zombie mode, but being three onboard makes it easier to get some rest and the tasks are not so daunting when shared. When the second evening arrives we still have a long way to go.


A few miles that takes forever. The whole day passes with a wind that slowly takes us south, but the low speed means that we don’t manage to get back into shore until the forecasted heavy easterly winds hits us. After fighting the north going stream and tacking for hours we finally arrive to shelter on anchor next to a beach on the last stretch of the Portuguese west coast. But don´t we have the best crew that decides to play some ukulele as we are beating against the roaring wind? 😀

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Fishing by the beach and arriving at the Algarve coast. We rest until sunset, and Stine manages to get two new types of fish on the hook which we can enjoy for dinner. When the wind has turned again we round the southwestern tip of Portugal where dramatic cliffs in grey, red and black face the Atlantic sea. Finally we pick up some speed, and arrive in Lagos at the same time as the drunk youngsters are walking home from their partying. The passage that we thought would take about 30 hours ended up taking 55 hours and there were three happy zombies who finally could get some sleep.


Lagos to Cadiz? Tarife? Barbate! 190 miles, 42 hours

A racing start. The second passage was leaving Lagos and heading over to Spain, this time Stine had left us and Jens mom Lotta joined us onboard. We left around 10 o´clock in the morning and that first day of sailing was just perfect. The first 12 hours we had a mean speed of 6 knots and was racing east towards Spain and the Med.


A close encounter with Spanish warships. The next day we still had some decent speed as we were passing through a lined area at the chart that I realized was a military area. There were some ships in a distance, one which were dragging something 20 meters after that looked like a red net? But we were leaving the area and no one had called us up on the radio. But then suddenly that was exactly what happened –

“Sailing vessel Mouni, Mouni, Mouni this is Spanish warship, Spanish Warship, Spanish Warship. You are in a military shooting exercise area, with NATO warships. Alter your course to 280 degrees and increase your speed.”

Bummer! Of course it was a course that decreased our speed on the sail, so we started the engine as well. Shortly after leaving the zone their exercise started BOOOM! And I realized that this red net was probably the target they were aiming for, and we were previously right in the middle between the target and the other vessels :-S


Africa in sight! This became a large detour that we had not planned for, and once we got out of the Military area, we were in a totally different position. The wind died and we decided to change our destination once more – aiming for Barbate. On the other side of the bay we could now see mountains on the shores of Africa.

A Mediterranean sailor’s nightmare? On the radio they now started calling out a different type of message – Pan Pan – 10 people are drifting out at sea in a raft. We never got it confirmed, but since Africa was in sight it probably was one of the refugee rafts that you always hear about on the news. The problem with going on your own boat is that according to the law you are always obliged to help someone in danger at sea. But in a small boat like ours, there is danger in taking aboard a big bunch of desperate people that are more than the boat can take. We never did see a raft, but we did hear similar messages in the coming days, sometimes up to 40 people drifting out at sea. Such a tragedy.


A new forecast that changed our minds. Out at sea we don’t have enough reception to update the weather forecast. But when we came closer we decded to try and update it via the phone and got some bad news. Tough wind from the East was approaching, and the harbour/anchorage we intended to go to was no longer a good idea. Yet again we needed to change our course and head towards a harbour in between Cadiz and Tarife – Barbate. Since the wind was to weak Jens and Lotta was sitting up all night and slowly approaching the harbour by motor and with help of the generator. Before arriving, there was a “moonset” as the moon climbed down from the sky and below the horisont. Beautiful!


So there you have it. Longer passages are the best and the worst of cruising. But one thing is for sure, something new will always happen…

– Petra


Sailing to Lisbon, a city to enjoy!

Sailing into Lisbon you meet the countless ships that take tourists out on Rio Tejo to see Lisbon from the water. In the distance the large bridge “Ponte de 25 Abril” frames the river and makes the city look a bit like San Fransisco. With the steep cobbled streets and varying architecture, it is actually not so far-fetched. Some of the popular sites can be seen from the river, like the castle Torre de Belém, that looks like it moved in straight from a fairytale. Museums line up next to each other by the river, and just after the big bridge the “Docas” with pubs and restaurants give a first glimpse of the nightlife in Lisbon.

DSC_6102.JPGWe moored up at Doca de Alcantara, which is pretty central but also next to the industrial harbour. One advantage of having Stine onboard is that I get an ally to explore new cities with (Jens rather keep his distance to city life). Walking into the old town on the East side was hot, and everywhere the Jacaranda was in full bloom giving the city an extra boost of colour. After walking up to Barrio Alta and down again to the shopping district around Baixa we were definitely ready for an ice-cream, and Café Chocolates provided really yummie ones.


There is a lot of pretty architecture in town, and since this was our fourth Portuguese town we visited we could really tell that the capital was in its own league. Big squares with monuments and magnificent buildings, embassies, countless restaurants and all types of shopping everywhere you could see. Finding a supermarket was not as easy 😉 And of course, a lot of tourists. But I found Lisbon to be a very charming city, with friendly people and a lot of things to do. Walking up to Castelo de Sao Jorge is worth the effort to get a nice view over town.


On the way back we walked along the river past Cais do Sodré where the drink and food stalls lined up offering all types of tasty drinks that would make anyone passing really thirsty. It almost felt like being somewhere in Asia with the heat and exotic drinks. Definitely a good place to take a break and enjoy the sun.


My only mission that day (except exploring Lisbon) was to find a pair of comfortable shoes for walking and sailing. Living on a sailboat, it is very important that they are good for jumping onshore and are white underneath so they don’t leave marks all over the boat. After trying out all the types and colours of shoes at Paez, both me and Stine got a pair of comfy shoes. The staff was amazed that we had managed to get a sunburn on the feet this time of the year and laughed at the fact that we had so white skin compared to them 😀


Back at the harbour Jens had got back from his visit to the Mastervolt office to see what was wrong with one of the units we have onboard. One of the boats that were on the hook in Cascais had also arrived in the harbour and Jens had got to know them a bit better. Turns out that despite the Belgian flag it was a French boat with three different types of therapists that were on a mission – “Voilier Taka”. They were on their way to Africa to sail along the west coast and offer free sessions to people there as well as visiting schools and collecting information about what types of therapies are available in different countries. One of their goals are “Bring therapy (medicine, Chinese medicine, acupuncture and osteopathy) to some regions where health access is not so easy” . They are looking for more funding to support their project, if you want to know more about Voilier Taka, have a look at their web page or Youtube!

Just a day trip from Lisbon or Cascais lies Sintra, which several friends and family suggested as worth a visit. So one day when we got bored at lying by the hook at Cascais me and Stine jumped on the bus for an excursion to the mountains. The national park surrounding Sierra de Sintra is huge and probably worth a whole day visit, but on the few hours we had we prioritised hiking up to the Moorish castle (8th-9th century) that was once a military fortification and used as a watch tower to protect Lisbon and the surrounding area. On the way up we got nice views over Palacio de Sintra which just like the Moorish castle has Arab roots.  It is astonishing to think about the trouble they must have gone through building this large construction so high up in the mountains. As we climbed the towers, we also got to see the Palace of Pena which King Ferdinand II built on top of the Sintra hills. Then it was time to get back to the boat and have dinner with the captain!


I must say that I am quite impressed with Portugal, and have learnt quite a lot about their history that I had little clue about before we arrived. Did you for instance know that Vasco da Gama, the Portuguese explorer, was the first Europeans to reach India by the sea? That was done in 1948 and is just one of the accomplishments that made Portugal one of the leading countries exploring the earth over the seas, the new sea routes opening up for trade and colonies. After Lisbon we set sails towards Lagos, to meet friends and family!

– Petra



There are several harbours in Lisbon, but not all welcome visitors. The harbour in Alcantara is probably one of the most central, taking the tram you are in the center of the old town in ten minutes. There are some chandleries but they are very hard to find and don’t offer much. When going up and down the Rio Tejo, keep a lookout for the many ferries, tourist boats and freight ships. There is an anchorage by the beach near Caxias, but the depth on our chart wasn’t consistent with the depth we measured so we didn’t dare to drop the anchor there. There are also anchorages further up river on the East side that we didn’t try this time.

The long sail to Berlenga that got us all the way to Cascais

One of the goals with taking on crew on Mouni was to sail longer stretches without stopping. As we left Leixões we wanted to make an attempt of reaching Berlenga islands outside Peniche, a journey of 112 nautical miles. The islands are represented on a list of the top natural wonders of the world, and is a national park of Portugal so we were pretty excited! The start was slow, but at least we could sail. After a while however, we could not. The sun was hot, the sea was calm and the sails flapping. Time for some motor sailing. The advantage of going slow is that it´s perfect conditions for fishing mackerel, and we had the line hanging after the boat the whole afternoon. When we got too hot and bored, I suggested a swim. Jens was up for it, Stine gave in from “peer pressure” and I was the responsible “someone has to stay on-board”-person 😉 We threw in a line that they could grab after the boat and turned off the engine. After a chilly first swim they actually decided to jump in again and Stine took some great shots of Mouni out alone at sea.  There was no other boats or land in sight.


After lunch we caught fish after fish and decided four mackerels were enough for dinner. It really gives another dimension to sailing to catch your own dinner, and it has made a lot of slow passages a lot more fun. The fish was served with home-made potato mash and lemon and life was good! Sitting out at sea, listening to music and keeping watch-out for all the Portuguese fishing buoys and boats. We all established our own style of sitting by the helm and protecting ourselves from the sun.


The night offered very little wind but a clear sky of stars to guide us. Out on the big sea we often wonder how come it always happens that you have to give way to other boats when there is so much room to play with? When Jens took over for the first night watch he had to quickly start the engine since a fishing boat was coming in high speed on collision course with us, probably they just turned on the autopilot and went back taking care of the fish thinking no one would be in their way…?

When the new day dawns there is finally a bit of wind and I take over the helm by sunrise, steering south in 3-4 knots as the night watch troopers try to get some sleep down below. Also the second day is calm, and we are starting to long for arrival at Berlenga. At last the wind picks up and we sail with the Genua on the spinnaker boom in 5-6 knots. When we reach a valley of really deep sea, about 2500 meters, Stine finally get to sail with dolphins for the first time. It’s a big pod that comes and goes for a couple of hours, racing in the waves by the bow, jumping in the distance and providing a lot of entertainment.

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Finally we could see the steep neighbouring islands of Berlengha in a distance and are looking forward to drop the anchor. We got an anchoring permit (the islands belong to a national park) but when we got closer we could see that the bay where you are allowed to anchor isn’t very sheltered and since the wind was picking up it didn’t feel safe to stay. As the sun begun to set and without having had any dinner yet we made the decision to continue sailing (you can clearly see the frustration on the picture below). Before dark we managed to finish cooking the dinner – “svensk pölserätt” which Stine introduced on the menu (but that we have never heard of in Sweden). It consists of potatoes, sausage, tomatoes and onions in some type of stew.


We continued south to Cascais through the night, only with the Genua up but still cruising between 4-9 knots. And so the sail to Berlengha islands turned into the sail to Cascais. After 180 miles we dropped the anchor and got some rest.


We woke up to a sunny warm day in Cascais, which lies just north of the river mouth that goes into Lisbon. It is popular among tourists and also a popular anchorage among cruisers passing by (e.g. the German boat on the picture above with a very unusual mast). We spent a couple of nights here, enjoying the sunsets, scrubbing the water line and waiting out some gale force winds before it was time to head into Lisbon and explore the big city. We would have used the dinghy to go into shore in Cascais, but I managed to make a scratch that made a hole in one of the inflatable pontoons when I was trying to scrub the waterline…

Oh well, it gave us the push to continue to Lisbon, which is probably one of my favourite European cities from now on. More about that next time!

Hope you all are enjoying the warm weather back home!?

– Petra



To get an anchoring permit to visit Berlenga islands you need to contact the Port Authority in Peniche. But there really isn’t much space or shelter to be found there, so probably more suitable for a day visit.
Cascais is a really exclusive harbour which we were not willing to pay the price for, but the anchorage outside is decent enough. The marina police gets a bit fuzzy if you put your anchor down closer than 200 meters to a beach, so keep the distance. From Cascais there are excellent transport to Lisbon and Sintra.

A sailors guide to Porto

Bon dia!

We never really planner to go to Porto, but the winds wanted us there so we obliged 🙂 Out by the coast west of Porto lies Leixões. It’s a busy port both in terms of freight ships and ferries, so it was a challenge entering at a time where we weren’t in the way. Entering the same time as us was another sail boat “Pegasus” and after tying up we celebrated another safe passage with its owner, Stuart, from England.

Leixões is a modern town that lies along a long sandy beach by the sea. It is convenient to explore Porto from Leixões, you just have to cross the bridge and jump on a train that takes 20 minute to the city center (Trinidade). The crew of Mouni and Pegasus were ready to explore the town!


This is the city where even the train station is worth a visit to admire the decorative tiles showing part of the history – battles and city life. Continuing up the hill the obligatory touristy thing to do is to climb up and walk across the large bridge of Ponte do Luiz. It offers breath-taking views and on the other side in Castelo the different brands of port is seen by the river, offering guided tours and tastings.

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But we spent most of our time on the Porto side, enjoying the architecture, watching the locals watching the tourists, and stopping for a treat on some of the countless restaurants and bars for a treat. There is more types of port than we can count 😉 And there is reason to take a break once in a while, since the town has several hills that you climb up and down.


Back in Leixões, we decided to do a bit of boat work and sent Stine up the mast to attach some covers on the spreaders to protect the sail. There was a nice community among the sailors in the harbour. We talked to Irish, Finish, Norwegian, British and French crew. Some were on their way south like us and some were on their way home after sailing a few years. The Norwegian couple a few boats down from us gave us a shackle we needed to finish some improvements on the boat, big thanks for that!


The next day we embarked on a long sail that would provide sunny weather, varying wind and dolphins on our way to Caiscais. But more about that next time!

– Petra


Since the entering Porto can be tricky in rough weather and at certain tides. Leixões can be a better option (We paid 15€). Be aware when entering Leixões that there is a lot of commercial traffic (keep the VHF on) and there can be large breaking waves close to the breakwater. The marina has a visiting pontoon straight to the left as you enter the marina. There is a small chandlery next to the office.