We had been warned by friends and the books that the Costa da Morte (Coast of Death) should be given a wide berth, so we planned to sail past it and beyond.
Even staying well offshore to avoid the rocks, we never really knew what we could expect from one moment to the next.
Calming winds… take the reefs out the main sail.
Sudden, crazy gusts… put all 3 reefs back into the main sail! You can see the wind coming!
OK that’s just uncool!
Just sitting, watching, waiting and hoping that nothing will break with the next gust.
We finally made around the last headland, Fisterra, and into our chosen anchorage in Sardiñeiro de Abaixo. But while we were relaxing with a cocktail, we spotted a huge plume of smoke… followed by wonderful flying circus of firefighting planes as they killed the fire.
Galicia was just filled with little bays for us to explore.