Cala Benirras is an all time favourite spot of ours on Ibiza. It is wild and remote but has a few fun restaurants on the beach including Elements with a small shop that Julia can't simply walk past. As the sun set over the famous rock, a group of hippies gathered on the beach to beat djembes while singing and playing other instruments. All was well until the next morning when the engine failed to start. This was a concern as the weather could change and we had no way to move the boat to safety. After much head scratching and googling we decide to try jumping it with one of the new house batteries. Again I had to haul one of these beasts out from the depths of the stern to within reach of the separate engine battery terminals. The 55 hp Volvo engine fire up to our great relief, indicating our engine battery had been the culprit.
One lesson I learnt that morning is to be very careful not to let your spanner cross both terminals at once! I was nearly given a nasty shock as the little spanned spat out huge sparks and the arced terminal melted a hole in it. The spanner was left scaldingly hot and I was left a little wiser. On the phone Giles reassured me this happens to everyone once!
So now in a strangely similar pattern to the day before we set off in a taxi with our knackered engine battery. We were in search of a nearby agritourism restaurant run by Atzaro and a ship's chandler to replace the battery.
We heard that Atzaro had opened a new restaurant called Aubergine not far from where Bumblebee was stranded, so decided to pay it a visit. Julia had the Buddah bowl and I had the best burger ever.
After lunch we commandeered a taxi and went off in search of a new battery. We ended up at the chandlery familiar from our last trip, when collecting multiple spares for the anchor windlass. Next door we also found some long jump leads to avoid moving the house batteries again in an emergency. Satisfied with our haul we returned to Benirras, plumbed in the new battery, checked all worked well, then attempted to go for a hike. Anyone who read last our Benirras entry a couple of years ago will know what a mess we got in trying to hike over the hill in this same spot -it is very wild here. With renewed enthusiasm we set off along the cliff top but found the hillside impenetrable and our protective clothing insufficient!
We resigned to return to the beach with our books to settle down with an Aperol Spritz instead.
We were due to set sail the next morning for Valencia where we were booked in for 12 months. At 4am Julia woke me looking alarmed reporting she heard a strange noise. I was sleeping with earplugs and heard nothing. Moments later a neighbouring boat blasted a fog horn and I scrambled up on deck in my boxers to find them just a few metres off our anchor chain looking quite disgruntled. There was no immediate danger and I suspect they were overreacting somewhat. I payed out some more chain and drifted further away. By now I was wide awake so made a few preparations, dragged Julia out of bed to helm and I pulled up the anchor with a now perfectly operating winch. We then set sail for the mainland well ahead of out scheduled departure. Julia slunk back into bed and I motored into the darkness in search of the rising sun.
We had fantastic conditions for the crossing -with the wind at a steady angle and the engine just ticking along we made a comfortable 7 knots, reaching Valencia in just over 12 hours.
The industrial skyline of Valencia loomed into view mid-afternoon. We were soon snuggly berthed and decided to take the rest of the day off -leaving all our chores for the next day before flying home at 9pm. The beach at Valencia is vast and disappears into the distance. There was a national holiday kicking off and everyone was in fiesta mood. We found a quiet restaurant on our side of the marina with a wonderful view of the bustling harbour. After a delicious black Paella and a romantic power cut we made it back to Bumblebee absolutely exhausted.
Our last day was spent cleaning and tidying Bumblebee before making our way to the airport. Sure enough, Easyjet displayed their uncanny ability to let you know the holiday is well and truly over as you queue up like lemmings on the tarmac.