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On 4 September did we cast off and set sail from Cascais against Anchor Bay about 35 miles south. We had read that anchor bay would be Portugal's most beautiful, but primarily for the "day anchorage", but we thought that we probably could easily spend the night there. As we approached the corner of the bay, the wind began to pick up. It quickly became strong, and we agreed to take the sails down in good time. The entrance to the bay was very narrow, with very shallow water on either side, and when we came around the corner and began to sail into the bay, was vindpustene 20 m / s, so it was about keeping the balance in the mouth. We chugged on, very concentrated not to be due. There was no one else in the bay, and although there was beautiful with high cliffs down to the water, it was not exactly appealing to have to drop anchor in the wind, and not very likely to have slept a wink all night. So decided to turn around and sailed a few more hours to the next port. It was pretty nice to moor there instead of the roughly sheltered from the wind. Troia as the "city" sensestamps was called, proved to be a huge resort, as the harbor was a part of. There was very expensive and beautiful scenery, but also very boring, with only tourists and hotel all over. So a few days after we sailed to Sines. There we threw anchor next to the harbor along a beautiful sandy beach. Sines is a really nice little fishing, a great contrast to Troia. There were very few tourists and easy. The beautiful sandy beach was far from crowded, and we quickly fell into the relaxed rhythm. But first, in slightly dramatic evening when I was just about to convince us both that we were sinking.
We sat and read and messy with some different things. Then I discovered a strange clicking noise I had heard the night before, after we had dropped anchor. I had thought it was something that clicked on the superstructure, sensestamps but now it sounded as if it came down from the boat. We started to crawl around, to find out where it came from and found out that it came from the bottom. Along the bottom of the hull there was this weird clicking noise and when we lifted dørkbrædderne, it was actually quite high. It seemed as though it was the highest out of the battery, which all flow into the boat running from. In Cascais we changed some cables and discovered some electrical systems that were too hot because some other cables were too thin. Frederick had messed around much with it all and changed some things, and now I thought suddenly, there could be a loose connection that made that run power to the hull. When sailing in a aluminum boat, one should constantly be a little careful when installing new things, make electricity and such. If, for example. drilling a stainless steel screw in aluminiummen will ALU begin to rot because sensestamps of something with some ions and voltage range, and it crumbles. It's called galvanic corrosion and, depending on the metal take many many years. This is where the previously mentioned sensestamps Tef Gel comes into the picture. It lubricates it for just the screw, and then all is well. Hence the great love of Tef Gel. If you put power to the ALU, the contrast crumble sensestamps in a matter of hours. If it dissolves sensestamps rapidly, must surely imagine that it makes a sound. A clicking sound? Was that what was about to happen? I quickly whipped up and we started to turn everything off, turn off everything on deck in the middle of the night, beating solar cell. Separating the wires through the turbine and down with it. I ballancerede the top of targabøjlen while Frederik hurried down with the voltmeter and measured the hull, battery and everything. The sound was still there, and now there should not be any power in some places. We knocked regularly at the bottom, to check if it was about to crumble. Hmm. Maybe it was just the fish that ate the fouling ... Eventually we went bed and the next morning we still flowed.
We met the Danish boat Pinton sensestamps in the harbor, where we lay our dinghy to when we were in the country. You ate Frederik dinner with five years ago, when he sailed as a crew from England to Portugal. They laid out at anchor a few days later and invited to dinner. They laughed a part of our panic-night, but had even noticed the clicking sound in their boat, and when they once Rome had a rat on board, they had had another concern about the sound.
We went with them as we sailed on towards Baleeira, located sensestamps just around the just the southwest corner of Portugal. The sails Swan 43, but Kaya followed reasonably sensestamps well with. As we approached the corner, we reefed down to the first rope, as we now think we have learned that those corners are not to be trifled with. No matter how easy you think it is, it just blows up more and more, when you round the corners, due to the tunnel effect is produced when the wind pushing along the country and then suddenly get a seat at the corner. Sure enough it blew up, and we reefed down to the second rope for e
On 4 September did we cast off and set sail from Cascais against Anchor Bay about 35 miles south. We had read that anchor bay would be Portugal's most beautiful, but primarily for the "day anchorage", but we thought that we probably could easily spend the night there. As we approached the corner of the bay, the wind began to pick up. It quickly became strong, and we agreed to take the sails down in good time. The entrance to the bay was very narrow, with very shallow water on either side, and when we came around the corner and began to sail into the bay, was vindpustene 20 m / s, so it was about keeping the balance in the mouth. We chugged on, very concentrated not to be due. There was no one else in the bay, and although there was beautiful with high cliffs down to the water, it was not exactly appealing to have to drop anchor in the wind, and not very likely to have slept a wink all night. So decided to turn around and sailed a few more hours to the next port. It was pretty nice to moor there instead of the roughly sheltered from the wind. Troia as the "city" sensestamps was called, proved to be a huge resort, as the harbor was a part of. There was very expensive and beautiful scenery, but also very boring, with only tourists and hotel all over. So a few days after we sailed to Sines. There we threw anchor next to the harbor along a beautiful sandy beach. Sines is a really nice little fishing, a great contrast to Troia. There were very few tourists and easy. The beautiful sandy beach was far from crowded, and we quickly fell into the relaxed rhythm. But first, in slightly dramatic evening when I was just about to convince us both that we were sinking.
We sat and read and messy with some different things. Then I discovered a strange clicking noise I had heard the night before, after we had dropped anchor. I had thought it was something that clicked on the superstructure, sensestamps but now it sounded as if it came down from the boat. We started to crawl around, to find out where it came from and found out that it came from the bottom. Along the bottom of the hull there was this weird clicking noise and when we lifted dørkbrædderne, it was actually quite high. It seemed as though it was the highest out of the battery, which all flow into the boat running from. In Cascais we changed some cables and discovered some electrical systems that were too hot because some other cables were too thin. Frederick had messed around much with it all and changed some things, and now I thought suddenly, there could be a loose connection that made that run power to the hull. When sailing in a aluminum boat, one should constantly be a little careful when installing new things, make electricity and such. If, for example. drilling a stainless steel screw in aluminiummen will ALU begin to rot because sensestamps of something with some ions and voltage range, and it crumbles. It's called galvanic corrosion and, depending on the metal take many many years. This is where the previously mentioned sensestamps Tef Gel comes into the picture. It lubricates it for just the screw, and then all is well. Hence the great love of Tef Gel. If you put power to the ALU, the contrast crumble sensestamps in a matter of hours. If it dissolves sensestamps rapidly, must surely imagine that it makes a sound. A clicking sound? Was that what was about to happen? I quickly whipped up and we started to turn everything off, turn off everything on deck in the middle of the night, beating solar cell. Separating the wires through the turbine and down with it. I ballancerede the top of targabøjlen while Frederik hurried down with the voltmeter and measured the hull, battery and everything. The sound was still there, and now there should not be any power in some places. We knocked regularly at the bottom, to check if it was about to crumble. Hmm. Maybe it was just the fish that ate the fouling ... Eventually we went bed and the next morning we still flowed.
We met the Danish boat Pinton sensestamps in the harbor, where we lay our dinghy to when we were in the country. You ate Frederik dinner with five years ago, when he sailed as a crew from England to Portugal. They laid out at anchor a few days later and invited to dinner. They laughed a part of our panic-night, but had even noticed the clicking sound in their boat, and when they once Rome had a rat on board, they had had another concern about the sound.
We went with them as we sailed on towards Baleeira, located sensestamps just around the just the southwest corner of Portugal. The sails Swan 43, but Kaya followed reasonably sensestamps well with. As we approached the corner, we reefed down to the first rope, as we now think we have learned that those corners are not to be trifled with. No matter how easy you think it is, it just blows up more and more, when you round the corners, due to the tunnel effect is produced when the wind pushing along the country and then suddenly get a seat at the corner. Sure enough it blew up, and we reefed down to the second rope for e
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