I have no idea what happened but the Bayona blog published itself before it was edited - so full of mistakes. So read it first then come back to this. One day I will understand all this.
Our new neighbours were able to help us change sails - we have the largest foresail in the world I think, and we needed to put the down wind sails on. So extra muscle and a tramp over their boat and life was made easier. A nice fold up on the jetty and back in its place. New ones up and the chap offered to do the winching - I think he regretted the offer about half way through the evolution, it is not easy winching up the 2 sails together. Must say I did not warn him, happy enough to accept any muscle power going. We were able to lend them a ladder to get off their boat, and the tools for them to try and concoct one for themselves. We did a book swap as well, but I think I am about to have an overdose of chick lit. Dave did remark on how pink most of the covers were. Have tried one so far and given it up due to severe indigestion. They will go to a good home at our next port of call.
We were then rudely awakened at 11 pm with the noise of a funfair and disco belting out over the water from Panjon. It was truly awful, awesomely loud and to add insult to injury there was the booming voice of a DJ and fireworks that went on for ages. I could not believe anything could be so loud, it even woke Dave. And on and on it went. I closed the hatches, which is miserable in the heat, but that really didn't help at all. So it was no sleep till 4 am. The just as we nodded off again, the drunken Irish in a boat over the way decided to have a sing song accompanied by accordian. I cried. That went on till 5am. Not the best night in the world, and a pretty crabby pair we were.
The town is a disappointment to me after the ones we have been to, and not the Bayona we remember from 15 years ago when we first came here. Mind you circumstances were different then too, as we were towed in in the middle of the night by a fishing boat. Our engine had failed off Lisbon, and we had flip flopped in no wind for over a week to get this far. Thinking we would be missed at work we decided to put in to Bayona instead of keeping on, at that time we had a breeze to do so. This however died as suddenly as it had appeared and we again left flip flopping, but not in such a good spot. However, rescued we were and royally looked after. Since then not only has this marina grown, but 2 others have sprung up beside it, equally huge. The town has grown too, and it is now obviously a tourist resort, with tourist resort prices as well.
Nights 2 and 3 also had us awake with the fair and fireworks, but thankfully the Irish had departed. It was all too much and we packed up the boat, did the last supermarket shop and set off for our next adventure.
The picture shows the very large statue on a rock, Our Lady of Bayona, which you pass on the way in and out of Bayona bay.
THE GREEN DOOR
A couple of times I had noticed a little green door set into the wall of a building set back of the narrow road we walked down behind the main drag. I had also seen the occasional person going in and out. So one day I was cutoius and went over to look at the little notice on the wall. There are so many little notices like this around you tend to ignore them. Once over there it was became clear this was a church, so slowly opened the door and peeped in. What a find. It was a small chapel, with the most amazing main altar and side altar, and the times I visited the Blessed Sacrament there I always found people of all kinds coming in, not to look, but to pray. It was a quiet place in the bustle of the people hustling you to buy things or have a meal.
The photographs do not tell all.
Mind you if I had approached it from the other direction I might have had a clue from the cross on the steeple!
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