Corrubedo, Spain

Crazy fishingboats, beautiful sunsets and no buses

The plan was to have Tim with us when we crossed Biscaya. Unfortunately though, we had to wait too long for the right weather and Tim had to meet a friend in England soon. We pulled into Corrubedo to anchor and to find Tim a bus to an airport. The town is beautiful, but I don't think they ever see tourist there. To cut a long story short. No buses. In fact, I'd be surprised if they've seen a bus in twenty years =).
The next morning before dawn we pulled anchor and set off. All was well except for these crazy little kamakaze-fishingboats running around everywhere. They looked like they were taken out of a Donald Duck cartoon. I had right of way, but one of the little buggers didn't change coarse. It wouldn't have been many more meters, and Freja would have turned his boat into kindling.