To stretch our legs, though, we decided to explore closer to home, in particular, the little town of Motril, finding another neat, tidy town with a lovely beach and waterfront area.
Unfortunately our choice of café on the beach, didn’t quite pan out as we’d hoped; the coffee was terrible and Elaine’s cappuccino that came heaped with long-life cream out of a can was more than she could stomach. Even after scooping it all aside, the coffee was putrid. Our second attempt at a morning coffee back at the marina wasn’t any better, with the cappuccino served the same way; very strange since yesterday’s coffee at the marina was perfect! We have to assume we encountered two baristas at two different locations, but trained at the same place and basically had no idea what a cappuccino actually was.
Before returning to the marina, though, our wander around the town in search of the local supermarket gave us a nice glimpse into local Spanish life, away from the touristy places we had visited to date. This included a very different architecture than what we’d seen before too.
Back onboard, while Elaine did as little as possible, other than sanitise and stow our purchases, Roy did a single diesel run and fixed the navigation light cover at the bow which, we discovered during our overnight from Cartagena, was close to ending up at the bottom of the Mediterranean Sea. It still amazes us the things that suddenly break on a yacht at the most inconvenient times.
Fortunately Roy noticed it when re-positioning the spinnaker halyard after it had started to hit the headsail and strapped it on with clear tape, until he could secure it properly today.
Other than that, we both enjoyed a rest and a chat to our floating neighbours before dinner and bed wrapped up our day.
