We dropped anchor in the bustling harbor of Las Palmas as dawn kissed the Gran Canarian coast. The marina, however,was a different story – a crowded, chaotic spectacle. Denied entry, we found refuge in the open sea, our vessel jostled by the relentless dance of cruise liners and cargo ships. The looming clouds and promise of rain added to the drama of our unexpected anchorage.
Las Palmas was brimming with boats preparing for the Atlantic crossing, a maritime exodus of epic proportions.Hundreds of vessels, including the spirited ARC rally fleet, vied for limited space. It was clear our quest for a peaceful mooring would take us further afield.
Arguineguín offered temporary respite, a chance to replenish dwindling supplies. Yet, the anchor’s chain was our only tether to this rocky shore. Locals, with a knowing glint in their eyes, suggested exploring the island’s coastline for hidden havens.
Our odyssey continued. We combed the island’s edge, searching for a secluded cove. Los Caideros seemed promising at first, but our vessel’s size proved to be a stumbling block. Undeterred, we sought advice and were directed to Puerto Rico – a suggestion met with incredulity and laughter. But it was the next stop on our nautical pilgrimage.
Finally, in Puerto Rico, we found sanctuary. A sheltered marina welcomed us with open arms, its tranquil waters a stark contrast to the chaos we had endured. To top it off, news of our friends Zvone and Slobodan’s impending visit filled our hearts with joy.
Now, with our vessel secure, the allure of Gran Canaria beckons. It’s time to explore this island paradise before embarking on our next oceanic adventure.
