It's a strange thing setting sail heading out into nothing. Trusting the charts, the people that have done it before you. Today we did our first crossing leaving Moraira for Formentera, an island just south of Ibiza. Sam and I got up early, 4.30, and set off east straight into the rising sun, this will become a feature of this trip.
A few hours later and we lose sight of land and don't see it again for about five hours. Time moves very slowly without the slow procession of land passing by. I find it a hard trip, nothing much happens, but part of me is relieved, we don't need any dramas this early on.
We see splashes off in the distance, dolphins, not the playful display we get in NZ, just a single splash. And then a flipper and another rising high in the air, something, maybe a small whale? Just lying there on the surface sunbathing. If we could only see them, we'll need to do some research to find out what they are.
UPDATE: We did our research and they are apparently Pilot Whales, picture below is exactly what we saw.
On look out
We manage to sail for a few hours, but really there isn't enough wind. And then we see land, the dramatic hills of Ibiza and a low lying spec of Formentera. Before long we're in a bay with a dozen charter boats, loads of jet skis and paddle boards. Welcome to the Balaeracs. We've made it.
We're an ordinary family of 5 dreaming, planning and now beginning our adventure around the Mediterranean (and further afield), having an awesome time! Look out for our boat and come and say hi.