Ceuta to Gibraltar

Leaving Ceuta we had a shorter sail day with Gibraltar as
our final stop on this leg.

Even though it would only take us 3 ½ hours to sail again we were faced with large swells
and MANY freighters and barges to avoid.
The Bay of Gibraltar is littered with ships waiting to come in or go out
and on first and second glance is very commercial.  We found Queensway Quay, our marina and after
calling them on VHF, were directed to our berth we would maintain for the next
16 days.  Niki and John left the
following day (Saturday) and Ron stayed through Monday, Oct 3rd,
giving him a brief opportunity to check out Gibraltar.  (I think he did some power shopping there!)

 

Niki, John & Ron, the adventure continues in Morocco

Through the “Border” of Ceuta and Morocco

Tuesday, Sept 27th, Ron and John got
directions on hiring a taxi or renting a car and the decision was to take taxi
to the border of Morocco, then rent a car to drive into Morocco.  This took quite some time but we were finally
contacted to meet them at the border when they secured the car.   Nothing quite like going through a
controlled border in a foreign country.
Language and lifestyle is quite different and sometimes startling.  You tend to be suspicious of those who come
up to you to offer help or guide service.
You don’t want to appear rude, but sometimes just ignoring was the best

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With Ron driving we headed out to our preferred
destination in Morocco.  Chefchaouen
Village on Mt. Side in the Rif Mountain range.
The Moors ( the mix of Arab and Berbers that conquered Spain), who were
pushed out of Andalucia after the fall of Granada in 1492, built mosques, baths
and tiled courtyards, planted fruit trees and declared Chefcaouen a sacred
city.  We found it spectacular and blue!  We stayed for one night in a beautiful family
run “hotel” that had small awesome rooms and a very nice Moroccan
breakfast.

 

 

 

 

 

 

We had decided to drive back to the boat along the East
Coast of Morocco.  On the map it was a
“red” road which was to signify a major road and preferred to motorists.  What we found was miles and miles of highway
construction.  Never seen anything like
it but we managed to get back and have our gravel stories to tell!

 

Saturday, September 24th, 2011

 George and Teri caught a early cab to the
airport (in Malaga) and the rest of us cleaned the boat, filled the water tanks
and after a nice beach lunch at “Larry’s”,  Ken, Ron and I waited for John and Niki to
arrive.

 

New crew on board without too much fuss,  a bit of restocking, we were ready to  leave around 10AM Sunday morning.  7-12 kt winds encouraged us to put up the
main and Foresails right away.  This is
John’s first sailing adventure and so in order to let John, Niki and Ron find
their “sea-legs”, I made Ken promise not to threaten to put up the
Spinnaker.  That can certainly alter
someone’s first impression if something goes bad with the spinnaker set or
douse.

We are heading to Puerto Estepona a town of Roman origin
developed from a fishing village into a close-packed tourist resort with
restaurants, shops and a nice market. Today’s sail proved to be about a 35
nautical mile journey.    We pulled into
harbor and stopped as directed in our Pilot guide at the Reception dock around
6:30pm.  Almost immediately we were
greeted by some of the crew of Evergreen, the boat that George had made quick
friends with.  They gave us some local
tips and helped with some Spanish translation with our reception.

 

We washed down the boat, getting the salt and grim off,
and made Chicken Teriyaki Salad for dinner.
Down the Quay we found a small jazz club that provided us with great
evening fun.  In the morning, we found
the same outdoor seating at the club had free wifi and was soon serving us café
con leche’s.

After our morning internet check (necessary
evil), and café, we shoved off to sail across the Strait of Gibraltar to Ceuta,
a Spanish Enclave on the North coast of Africa.


It was 35 miles of sailing and motoring through one of the busiest shipping
lanes I have ever encountered.

With AIS on and my constant monitoring and reporting to Ken at the Helm, we successfully
maneuvered to avoid getting too close to the freighters and high-speed
ferries.  At some points we seemed to
have ships coming from all directions and we were on constant alert.

Making it across to Ceuta, we arrived in the
marina around 4:30 and found plenty of berths.
The city is big and beautiful and right next to the marina within steps
of where our boat would be was a McDonalds with free wifi!  They’re everywhere!!!  Ron, Niki and John later went out to dinner
leaving Ken and I alone to enjoy a quiet dinner on the boat.  Very rare for us and much needed at times.