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Saturday, 18 July 2015
Cala Deia – no sand but what a beach
August 24 - 2012
After our wild, windswept night we left Port de Soller reasonably early in the morning with the original thought of maybe sailing 21 miles west to Dragonerra Island just off the north western corner of Mallorca. However once again something in our pilot guide had caught our interest.
Cala Deia was listed as a small, picturesque bay with a small beach and fishermen’s huts at its head. The nearby town of Deia was described as being about a mile inland and ‘amongst the lovliest of Mallorca’s villages and the antitheses of the tourist resorts that abound on much of the coastline.’ Now that sounded intriguing but it was only about three miles down the coast so not much of a sail.
Never the less we felt we really should have a look and if the anchorage was OK and the place seemed as interesting as it was described we might stay. In no time at all we were anchored in a very attractive little bay surrounded by high cliffs that provided good shelter from the south westerly breezes blowing. It certainly wouldn’t be the place to be in any sort of northerly though.
The beach was in fact all stone with just two small restaurants but was well populated with swimmers. With its rocky shore, ancient looking boat sheds and lack of resorts, Cala Deia simply had a nice feel to it. So OK, we set a new Alcheringa record for the shortest day’s sail at 3.7 nautical miles as we quickly decided to stay. That’s what we love about having a true cruising schedule, no rush.
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| Fantastic old fishermen's boat houses at Cala Diea |
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| Karen cooling off at Cala Deia - Mallorca |
It was a particularly hot day so we cooled off with a good swim before having lunch aboard. Then we headed ashore to walk it all off with a visit to village of Deia. While the guide book had said Deia was ‘about’ one mile inland what it didn’t mention was in that mile the elevation went from sea level to about 1000 feet and the path winding through the olive groves and goat farms was more like three miles and all UP! It was certainly a good work out in 40c heat but very picturesque which made it enjoyable.
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| The path to Deia goes up through the olive groves |
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| And up over live stock barriers |
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| And up some more |
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| And up through the lanes |
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| And all the way up to the church |
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| But most importantly, up to a rehydration stop |
When we did finally reach the village though we went straight into first café we came to for re-hydration therapy. Deia is everything the guide book said and more. It’s a fantastic traditional village largely unspoilt by modern times. We had a great time wandering around the narrow laneways admiring all the very old stone houses and cottages. This was also the home of author and poet Robert Graves who wrote I Claudius and over 140 other works for over 50 years before his death in 1985. We passed by his house and made our way right to the church right on top of a high ridge overlooking the town, the valley and sea where visited his very humble grave.
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| Marc leading the way through Deia |
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| The view from the churchyard back down the valley to the water |
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| The very modest final resting place of Robert Graves |
Finally we made our way back down to the beach and had a couple of huge G&Ts in the very rustic beach bar. After our trek, sitting and watching the antics of the kids somersaulting off the rocks was a very entertaining way to relax. Rock jumping seems to be a very popular activity here on Mallorca. Anywhere we go where there’s rocks and water people seem to love leaping from one to the other. By the time we’d narrowly survived our second near litre glass of Gin and Tonic in the beach bar (at 3 euro they were hard to resist but a third would have been fatal), we’d watched people of both sexes and from about 6 to their 60s find a suitable rock and throw themselves off it.
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| It's not the camera angle. The G&T's really were almost a litre each. Alcheringa at anchor in the background |
It even continued when we got back to the boat as we watched a particularly agile group repeatedly scale a reasonably sheer cliff beside us and leap into thin air. Sometimes with elegant splashes on entry and at others creating massive eruptions of water which we can only assume would have been accompanied by considerable levels of pain somewhere. Each to their own.
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| First you climb the cliff from the water |
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| Then he jumps. See if you can spot him against the background of the rocks |
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| Then she jumps. Then they do it all over again. |
That night we had the entire anchorage to ourselves as the few other boats that had been around all left before sunset. With almost no wind, no waves, no shore side discos and no bongo drums it was super peaceful. Our lack of sack time the previous night combined with our mountain hike ensured we all slept extremely well.
Thank you Cala Deia for a fantastic day.
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Tuesday, 10 December 2013
Welcome to Georgetown! Sand Dollar
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| Only 4 kts of wind? We'll take it! |
I apologize for this a long-winded post. When we sit somewhere more than a week, the day # & dates become necessary because we quickly lose track of time down here! "What's today?" "No, what day of the week?" At least I have our boat log to tell us when we arrived and departed and Facebook for "check-ins" I can look back on!
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| Where did the Captain wander off to? |
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| An accidental jib in 4 kts of wind. Who's driving this thing? Me? Ok, I'll put the camera down! |
We pass Musha Cay--David Copperfield's place. Guess we'll snorkel the mermaid and piano next time. We cruise by Lee Stocking with a Georgetown ETA of 4:30 pm--well before sunset. By afternoon, the water is a deep purple and as smooth as glass (Everyone keeps telling us how weird the weather is this winter. Who would guess the banks would be rough and the ocean would be like glass?!) As we make the turn for the Elizabeth Harbor entrance, Kelly Nicole is texting with dinner plans.
As soon as we enter Sand Dollar anchorage, Kelly Nicole is circling us in their dinghy. We hop in and they whisk us off to the Fish Fry for a Bahamian pub crawl with Dos Libras, Magnolia, Agape & Manana. Welcome to Georgetown!
Stats: total time 9:11, avg speed 5.9, total mileage 53.9, 1/2 motor sail on 1-engine/genoa, 1/2 motor on 2.
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| Sunrise at Sand Dollar over sv Kelly Nicole |
Georgetown Day 2 (Sat, Jan 9): It's so quiet & calm here, it feels weird. The boss is up early & we're in the dinghy by 8:00 am anticipating a long ride across the harbor to Minn's Watersports with our borrowed weed whacker (it turns out to be a little tricky to steer!). It's interesting entering an anchorage with so many familiar boats. Blogs we've followed before buying a boat, blogs of boats that crossed with us, boats we've been leap frogging down the Bahamas--and there is Sasha! We're early, so Minn's sends us next door to the Driftwood Cafe for breakfast. Perfect! Eggs! A meal I didn't cook! We confirm the mechanic is in, but he needs a couple hours, so we go for a walk through town and end up at the grocery store (run into Sasha again!). $133 later, I made a dent in resupplying (we neglected to buy dinner but the Captain is happy with his can of olives & can of beets. We ate those a long time ago! )
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| "First time in G'Town over here--where the hell is the dinghy dock?" The tunnel to Lake Victoria |
We were the entertainment at Minn's Watersports today. When our mechanic, Al is ready for us, the weed whacker made him crack a smile. Then he balked at our broken transom. "You aren't going to lose this new outboard in the middle of the harbor are you?" Is that included in the warranty? "Please don't." Finally, we piled into the dinghy--new outboard, the two of us, $133 of groceries, the weed whacker, the old aux fuel tank and new aux fuel tank. "I should have brought my snorkel gear. I could have swam back! Do you want to come with us? We'll take you to lunch! No?" He was laughing and shaking his head as we motored away.
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| It looks like a dinghy repair shop over here! |
The new outboard is hoisted up to the rail & the transom repair begins. A piece of corian from the free table at Brunswick is put to use. (Al approved!). Our lock also doesn't fit so The Captain does a MacGyver. He takes it out to play in the anchorage. "Did you see me get on plane?" No, do it again! Go buzz Kelly Nicole! Magnolia anchors behind us. I spend the afternoon emailing back and forth with a friend that wants to visit when I'm informed the dinghy isn't holding air because of a tear at the hull. Sympathy pains with Sasha? I pull out our insurance policy and send an email to to report the damage. As the sun sets, it's so quiet, The Captain hates to start the generator. The stars are brilliant through our berth hatch!
Georgetown Day 3 (Sun, Jan 10): Another great nights sleep. We listen to the morning net while I do bucket laundry which includes "newcomer info." When I jump on to say thank you, R&R Kedger hails us (fellow Black Point derecho survivor) and we chat for a while.
The dinghy get's on plane with the two of us today! It's terrifying and exciting all at the same time. If you saw a dinghy zooming across Elizabeth Harbour, giggling and yelling "Yee haw!", that was us! Of course, we were bailing before we were halfway across the harbor--we have a BAD leak! It was still fun!
The dinghy get's on plane with the two of us today! It's terrifying and exciting all at the same time. If you saw a dinghy zooming across Elizabeth Harbour, giggling and yelling "Yee haw!", that was us! Of course, we were bailing before we were halfway across the harbor--we have a BAD leak! It was still fun!
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| A slow day at the Exuma Market dinghy dock |
We stop at Sasha to drop off the weed whacker. They give us a tour of their beautiful Island Packet --we had airline tickets to seen one but never made it. (You know you are cruising the Bahamas when: friends offer a tour of their beautiful boat, and at some point you say, "Look, they have potatoes!") Another grocery store run results in overloaded backpacks with a stop at Red Boone for brunch (a popular cruiser spot next to the grocery store with free FAST wifi).
The Captain does some more fiberglassing on the dinghy, trying to stop the air leak. We both go for a quick swim, but our anchorage is too deep with low vis for seeing anything. However, the swim reveals the chunk missing out of dinghy fiberglass hull. Two of the boats that survived the derecho in Black Point arrive and anchor on either side of us--Alta Mae & Eclipse.
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| Red Shanks reconnaissance--any excuse to run around with the new outboard--clocked 17 kts! |
Before leaving Black Point, I was already looking for our "all-around protection" in Georgetown. A friend had told us about "Crab Cay" and Magnolia confirmed they had been back in Red Shanks--"the secret spot. It's in Thornless." We decide to dinghy over and check it out. It would be a great place for a blow. We put my iPad in a dry bag and tie it to the painter, then I sit on the floor in the bow and give hand signals around the reefs and down to the entrance. There are great little swimming holes and lots of reefs to snorkel. The water is pretty, calm and shallow along the reefs and cay. We only see two boats, a little sailboat on a mooring and a large powerboat (appear unoccupied). We investigate a sunken sailboat then take the shallow creek back around to town. It turned out to be 7.8 mile loop!
Georgetown Day 4 (Mon, Jan 11, Bahamian holiday): Five of the six boats from the derecho/gale in Black Point have made it to Georgetown. We had a beach meet-up at Sand Dollar Beach with sv Sasha, sv R&R Kedger, sv Alta Mae & sv Eclipse today followed by a hike and lunch. Two of the boats confirmed they clocked 78.9 kts and were well aware our boats were unattended! Whew! Alta Mae was anchored in front of us and his bridle failed--twice! That group can tell some stories! I forgot to get a group pic :-(
Kelly Nicole comes over to consume some beverages.
Kelly Nicole comes over to consume some beverages.
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