Making Our Way To Malta

As great as Tunisia is it was definitely time to leave, Phil had received his second covid vaccine and we were ready continue our journey in the blue of the Mediterranean Sea.

We were keen to leave but the conditions were less than ideal. The wind was blowing strong meaning a quick sail however the swell and sea state would have made an uncomfortable trip after 5 months in the marina.  After much deliberation and twice daily weather conferences between the Captains of Red Roo and Caffe Latte (also looking to cross) for the three days prior to our departure and even a thought of leaving during the night, we decided to wait 24 hours which was a real compromise.  It meant the sea state was magical (flat) but we would run out of wind half way to Malta meaning we may have to motor more than sail.

Before leaving, we had to undergo that all together unpleasant stick up the nose business (covid testing) and complete the exit formalities with the Tunisian Customs and Port Police.

Leaving Monastir Marina at 7am we set off and had a great sail all day with only 2 sail changes as the wind dropped and we tried to maintain speed by using lighter sails.  By sunset we had the motor on and continued on under an almost full moon with very little traffic on the water just a couple of fishing boats to keep an eye on during the night watches.

By 4:30am daylight had broken and we began another stunning day on the water – just missing that essential wind to move us.  The colour of the water was mesmerising and I lost a few hours just watching it, knowing how lucky I was to be doing that.

When the wind died it seemed to have taken our wind instrument readings with it!  It was hard too fault find due to no wind, but it is something we will need to investigate and fix in the short term.  Also we had an electrical charging problem with overheating of the wind generator controller (even though the wind generator was off) which indicated issues between the engine alternator/solar charger and battery charging system. This is a priority to fix.

By lunchtime Malta was on the horizon and we counted down the miles as we got closer.  We were checking in at the Port of Mgarr (pronounced Im-Jar) on the northern island of Gozo.  We had all our ducks in a row for check in; negative covid tests (less than 72 hours old), paperwork previously emailed and approved, passports, crew lists, boat documents, and despite these challenging times for travel due to the global pandemic it was actually one of the easiest and quickest check in formalities we have experienced.  Welcome to Malta.

Well before sunset we were anchored up in the gorgeous Santa Maria bay off Comino Island, and thanking our lucky stars for the life we are able to live and the view from our home that evening.

Distance 180 Nautical Miles

34.5 Hours

Touring Tunisia

Before leaving Tunisia to sail off into the greater Mediterranean Sea we teamed up once again with the crews from yachts ‘Sweetie’ (USA) Tony & Shannon and ‘Caffe Latte’ (Canada) Jean & Yolène to explore the south and west of Tunisia.  You may remember our previous shared adventures together in Morocco back in 2019 – so good to be exploring together again, we make quite the team!

The parameters were set, 6 days and a list of things to see. We travelled 1,600 km – this included some extra kms in towns when we were “looking around” read: not sure where to go! 

Being 6 of us it was cheaper to hire two small cars than one large one to fit us all in, therefore the adventure was completed with the team split with the “men” in the black car (with the wobbly wheel) and the “ladies” in the silver car (unfortunately without air-conditioning).

Day 1. MONASTIR – MATMATA

A Berber village of underground troglodyte dwellings. Troglodyte being a person who lives in a cave. We saw many examples of disused, original, restored and modern troglodyte architecture.

The typical village structures are created by digging a large pit in the ground then around the perimeter of this pit, caves are dug in to be used as rooms, with some homes comprising of multiple pits connected by trench like passageways or tunnels. One must be careful where they walk in Matmata as these holes/craters are deep and unmarked.

In the photos of our troglodyte hotel, you can see the depth these buildings go down to, and it makes such a difference, the temperatures were perfect without the need for heating or cooling. Being the only guests we had the whole place to ourselves, however also being Ramadan the bar wasn’t open! They did however bring us some drinks to our own private courtyard (pit). We slept like locals in these underground caves. 

Matmata is also famous as the setting for filming of Luke Skywalker “Star Wars”, as well as Matmata’s village being one of the maps on the very popular Call of Duty computer games.

Day 2. MATMATA – CHENINI via DJERBA

Djerba a small island off the south east of Tunisia, historically a home base for some of the Mediterranean’s most renowned pirates.  The whitewashed desert towns are influenced by Berber, Arab, Jewish and African cultures.  

We caught a car & passenger ferry across to the island and there was a competition on to guess how much it was going to cost each car (car + 3 passengers), guesses came in from $2 – $20 dinar (local currency) with the final result being 600 millines (cents – which is 30c Australian). 600 cents is no typo, the Tunisian currency is measured in $0.000 (there is 1000 millines/cents in the dinar/dollar).

We attempted to visit the El Ghriba Synaogue (the largest in Africa) but it was closed for cleaning.  I have never visited a synagogue – oh well another time.  The island has over 200 mosques, and you wouldn’t believe how hard it was to navigate to the one we decided to visit!

The underground mosque, a navigators nightmare to find, and to be honest we may not have even found it as this wasn’t technically underground, anyway, we relied on google who in its wisdom took on the most direct route via some private driveways/homes and through some olive plantations.  It was as advertised closed, but the door was unlocked (Phil checked).

Arriving at Chenini in the late afternoon was another adventure of its own.  Looking for our accomodation and again relying on google the lead car (girls) followed the instructions given which led us up the mountain on the wrong side via a donkey track that got incredibly tight with steep drop off’s on the side, after some advice from the locals (some yelling from above and others waving wildly below) we managed to reverse out and get to the correct side of the mountain.

Once we managed to arrive safely we were pinching ourselves – is this place for real??

WOW & AMAZING go some way towards describing our first impressions along with “am I dreaming”.  I am not often lost for words but this place has to be seen to be believed.  The colours, the blending of life and nature, the people who live here – how tough must they be now and even more so before power, water and modern conveniences were the norm.

We couldn’t wait to explore but that would have to wait until morning, first there was a hill to climb to our rooms, then a drink to be had as well as a delicious 3 course traditional Tunisian dinner – the food in a word – delicious! Indeed we asked the chef for the recipes much to his surprise and he was a little shy in sharing.  Shannon (from Sweetie) and Phil (Red Roo) have both attempted to remake one of the dishes served with limited success – keep trying both of you!!

Day 3. CHENINI, TATAOUINE & The Surrounding KSAR’S

We hired Bou Bou the Berber guide to show us around Chenini.  The picturesque ruins of this 12th century  ksar (grain storage) sits proud at the top of a ridge with the settlement running down and out from this point cut into the rock along a series of small terraces that lead around the steep hillside.

Visiting Chenini and spending the morning roaming the hillside and ksars was an absolute delight and a definite highlight of our trip.  We learnt so much, and Bou Bou earns his money with possibly more questions being asked to him than he has ever had before! 

One of the things we learnt was to do with the burial of Berbers, graves are marked with either 2 stones or 3 stones.  Females have 3 with one on the head, womb (belly) and feet and the Males just the two one on the head and feet. 

In regards to exploring the hillside, the ksars and every little nook and cranny I will let the pictures do the talking.

In the afternoon we drove to several nearby villages to view their ksars all a similar history yet very different to look at depending on the location.  

A ksar is a structure that typifies Berber (native) architecture, it is the traditional fortified granary built by regional tribes to preserve and protect precious grain crops. Ksars were usually built on natural defensive positions and occupy some spectacular hilltop positions. The low humidity of the region combined with the cool conditions inside meant that grain could be kept for years without deteriorating. The rooms were sealed with doors made of palm trunks to ward off insects thrives and weather. Sometimes a caretaker (often a local religious figure) regulated how much grain could be taken by owners during times of drought, and prevented crop holders from squandering their resources through a system of enforced saving and stockpiling.  The half sealed doors means the family that owns this store has moved away from the region or passed. 

Ksar Douriet is abandoned both by residents and tourists so it was a great visit to wander around at our leisure.

Ksar Ouled Debbab – Used up until a few years ago and now partly transformed into a hotel. However it seemed abandoned and we are sure this was due to the fact there was a large dinosaur on site. Luckily we had our Aussie Wildlife warrior with us who subdued it and made the area safe for us – thanks Phil.

Ksar Soltane – Two magnificent courtyards of the best ksars we visited (restored and touched up when used in movie scenes). We played like children/monkeys and took endless photos.

Ksar Jlidet apart from Chenini it seemed the most authentic.

Day 4. CHENINI – CHEBIKA via Douz 

A 370km drive to the very west of Tunisia to where we could see the Algerian border.

We passed through Douz the doorway to the Sahara Desert then crossed “Chott el Djerid” a large  7,000 square km salt lake.  The landscape was diverse from rocky hills to white sand, to red sand, to salt lake/clay pans. Some very familiar sights reminding us of home in arid South Australia.

We passed a variety of animals in this seemingly inhospitable environment.

The West is known for its vast canyons and desert oasis’s, we couldn’t wait to explore and were not disappointed as it was all there waiting on our arrival.

Day 5. CHEBIKA, TAMAQZAH & MIDES.

The Desert Oasis & Golden Canyon.

Possibly my favourite day of our 6 day adventure.  We started with a tour of Chebika with Mr Friday, showing us the old village which was washed out in 1969 when it rained for 3 weeks straight. 

We learnt that Tunisian doors have three knockers. One for females (LHS), one for males (RHS) and one for children (lower RHS) they all sound a different knock due to their location so the household knows who is knocking.  Funnily enough we hadn’t before noticed the three knockers but after that point noticed them everywhere in every village even back in Monastir. 

We then headed up the valley behind the old town climbing up to a summit with amazing views looking down on the old town, new town, canyon, oasis, palm trees and the expansive flat desert to the west.  We all sincerely enjoyed this, with Mr Friday’s motto being “بشوية شوية” pronounced “shwaya – shwaya” meaning slowly slowly, well he was wearing his Sunday slippers (yet he was concerned about Phil’s double plugger thongs). 

We then descended into the oasis to see the source of life – a very small spring in the rocks, leading to water pools and waterfall (cascade).  

Next was the nearby village of Tamaqzah where we enjoyed a 3 course Tunisian lunch before exploring the Golden Canyon – so much fun and amazing views around every corner, the colours and contours of the rocks were mesmerising.  

We then visited Midas the most Western point with yet another canyon and the outpost guarding the Algerian border which when we approached by car the armed guard came out which encouraged us to turn around and go back to the main road. A fantastic day with desert, rocky hill climbs, oasis waterfalls, canyons and of course wonderful company – so lucky to have such great friends and fantastic travelling companions.

Day 6. CHEBIKA – MONASTIR via SBEITLA

400 km, 6+ hours to get us home but with a fantastic stop around the half way mark at the town of Sbeitla. 

However before getting to Sbeitla we had the boys leading us through a large town looking for a place to buy a baguette for lunch.  This little adventure led us in circles and even had us driving through the market street during which the black car (boys) managed to knock the stand out from a trestle table of one of the ladies selling clothes.  Never fear the girls stopped to ensure this was corrected with the help of a man on a motor bike who assisted the lady to put her table to rights. 

Arriving in Sbeitla was exiting not only for us but for the staff at the ticket counter to sell us our tickets into the ruins, they hadn’t had regular tourist visits for over a year and didn’t have any change to sell us our tickets!  We managed the correct change between all of us eventually. 

This Roman settlement established at the start of the 1st century is famous for its remarkably preserved Roman temples.  We visited the Antonine Gate (built AD 139), the three 2nd century temples Jupiter, Juno & Minerva, the remains of the Great Baths, the Theatre and of course the Churches. 

Whilst exploring the ruins the word had passed around town that tourists had arrived and one enthusiastic entrepreneur (the guy from the adjacent service station in his uniform) jumped the fence into the ruins and gave it his all to try and sell us some supposedly ancient coins and mini statues.  Furthermore upon return to the cars the local police were parked behind us guarding our cars who then stopped the traffic on the main road to allow us to pull out and leave.  Talk about rock star treatment.  

Tunisia has shown us over the last 6 days a magnificent display of landscapes, ecological habitat, generous people, mind blowing architecture, wonderful food, a rich history and a unique culture with their own way of living.  Thank You Tunisia we won’t forget our experience, and also to our wonderful travelling companions from yachts Sweetie and Caffe Latte.

Red Roo Haul Out

It was time to take Red Roo out of the water and tackle the maintenance she was due. 

The priority for this haul out was to replace the propeller shaft stern tube seal which prevents the water from entering the boat along the propeller shaft. The seals rubber bellows were fatigued and had started to leak water into the boat when the engine was running. So it was very important to replace this seal. As this job entails undoing and slipping the propeller shaft out we also replaced the cutlass bearing which keeps the propeller shaft in alignment and takes the torque of the engine immediately in-front of the propeller.

Being 2.5 years since our last haul out we also attended to other below waterline maintenance which included cleaning and servicing the propeller, replacing the zinc anodes on the propeller and on the skeg, cleaning the bow thruster tube and propeller, inspecting the rudder bearings, inspecting the lifting keel, cleaning all thru hull fittings, AND… of course one doesn’t simply come out of the water without doing anti-foul on the hull and a polish of the topsides. 

Anti-foul is the special marine paint coating used for the hull that is always underwater to prevent sea growth accumulating on it. It paints on and prevents most sea growth from adhering to the hull. When sea growth attempts to stick/grow the paint falls off with the sea growth to protect the boat, or if it doesn’t fall off we can snorkel/dive and wipe a layer off with a soft plastic scraper or scourer pad. This means for optimum performance a good 2-3 coats all over and more on high use leading edges such as bow, rudders and keel are a good idea. The “fall off” aspect of the paint makes the job a dirty one as anytime you touch it (wet or dry) it comes off on you!

We allowed 7 days to complete this work which included a good amount of “fat” to cater for the unexpected complications that were bound to arise in any or all of the tasks ahead. There are two options for hauling out in Monastir and we chose to do so in the yard at the marina, the price was right, their boat lift straps clean, the workers helpful and doing all the work ourselves we were in control of the results.

We are pleased to report that it all went well, to schedule and plan.  It did take longer than expected to remove and replace the cutlass bearing (that thing is a tight fit), but thanks to our friend Heinz who assured us we won’t break it by using muscle & force (and a big hammer) to get it back in.  After replacing the stern seal, cutlass bearing and reinstalling the propeller shaft it took Phil a full day to check and realign the engine.  Well, he assures me that was what he was doing and not just sitting inside reading a book, drinking coffee and occasionally hitting the hammer on the engine to sound busy while I was outside doing ALL the dirty work of sanding, painting and the back breaking arm muscle torture of polishing the boat.

Months Spent In Monastir

Arriving in Monastir on New Years Eve we saw in the New Year with long time cruising friends “Sweetie” sharing a meal out (early at 5:30pm as the covid curfew meant restaurants shut at 7pm) then back to “Sweetie” for games, laughter and of course a few drinks to see in 2021.

Our plan was to stay maybe 2 months to cover the worst of winter here in the Mediterranean, reset our Schengen time for re-entry into Europe, do all our winter jobs and maintenance and then cruise off again around March. BUT as they say, Sailors write their plans in the sand at low tide … it is now May and we hope to leave by the end of the month. The delays have actually worked in our favour in more ways than one – it seems the unsettled weather saved itself for April so we were glad not to be out at anchor or making passages in the frequent high winds and also the delay in our boat parts coming from from France for our haul out put us back nearly 6 weeks which has allowed Phil to receive the 2 Pfizer Covid Vaccines here in Tunisia – A Big Win!!! (I am too young to get mine in the Tunisian roll out so will have to keep trying as we move onto other countries).

One of the highlights of our time in Monastir Marina has been the large and wonderful cruisers community here. We have never wintered before with so many other liveaboards/cruisers and we found ourselves quite popular with a full social calendar – most enjoyable making new friends and learning of their adventures.

The City of Monastir is a pleasant place to be with the main square, the Ribat, the Mausoleum and the old and new Grand Mosque all adjacent to the marina making it a very pleasant short walk to town as you pass these magnificent sites. These sites are the top sites for town and the remainder of the streets are very much working class Tunisia (dirty, cracked concrete, and full of character and chaos).

We have found everything we need and more in this city with Phil becoming quite the expert with what you can buy and where (boat bits) around town or get made in the industrial/commercial fishing port. Maree has found a wonderland of fabric stores for both boat projects (canvas, plastic etc) as well as general notions and fabric for other “non boat related” sewing fun (shhhhh, don’t tell Phil). Nearly all items and the metal fabrication is significantly cheaper than Europe.  

There are two supermarkets which have everything we want (with the exception of anything Pork related – being a Muslim country it’s not available here), however we do almost all of our shopping in the produce markets, which are a colourful, busy, noisy, and have many tastes and smells for the senses (when busy it can be scary in Covid times so we shop in the quieter hours), however a lot of the stands are actually in the street outside, the fresh food is super fresh, delicious and incredibly cheap. You can only buy what’s in season and been harvested the day prior as there is no such thing as cold storage or frozen goods and we have enjoyed a variety of in-season treats whilst here; peas in the pod, strawberries, grape fruit, dates, oranges, garlic, as well as year round vegetables (the carrots are amazing – best we have ever eaten).

During our time in Monastir we did a couple of day trips from the marina to visit nearby attractions. We visited El Jem and Sousse with another lovely cruising couple Terry and Mike who had sailed to Tunisia from Australia via the Indian Ocean and Red Sea.

El Jem from the street with Terry riding the Camel
Have you even been to Africa if you don’t have a selfie with a Camel?

El Jem has in its centre an ancient Roman Colosseum constructed between AD 230 and 238. It was the third largest in the Roman world and the arena measures 138m long by 114m wide.

There is three tiers of seating reaching to 30 meters high with a seating capacity of 30,000. The construction wasn’t easy with the stone being hauled from the coast 30km away and water brought 15 km by an underground aqueduct. It is still to this day mostly intact, and being there walking around and standing in the arena is pretty moving.

My imagination went into overdrive dreaming up the animals, gladiators, battle scenes and crowds. The four of us plus another four were the only visitors to this amazing historical building.

We also visited the El Jem Archaeological Museum which had fabulous Roman mosaics and a reproduction Roman villa built on the original foundations.

Sousse is Tunisia’s third largest city and is just a 40 minute (50 cent AUD) train ride north of Monastir. It is spoken of for its Medina, with its maze like cobblestone streets through the Souks for shopping and also many sights of historical and religious interest.  Built in AD 859 the  walls of the Medina stretch 2.25km at a height of 8m and are fortified with a series of solid square turrets.

Within the Medina walls there are 24 mosques (12 for men and 12 for women). It was very obvious we were the only tourists in town that day (and maybe all year), but it was really pleasant and we were hardly hassled at all by the store holders (however there were many closed up shops, we assume owing to the huge impact of COVID).

We also visited the Sousse archaeological museum which is home to some breathtaking Roman mosaics of equal quality to the El Jem museum.

Tunis. When our boat parts from France eventually arrived in Tunisia we hired a car to collect them (3 hours north of Monastir) and used it as a good opportunity to also visit the countries capital city Tunis. Our agenda for the day in the big smoke was to visit the Medina (old walled in city which are the souks (markets) and houses), the museum and also the much talked about Sidi Bou Siad (coastal tourist zone). We didn’t really rate Sidi Bou Said, it was pretty but nothing special. We enjoyed the huge Medina but didn’t find it anything extra special to others we have visited in both Morocco or Tunisia, however in saying that we will continue to always visit them as they are a hugely stimulating place to experience and visit and you never know what you will find (I don’t mean to sound blaise, but I think maybe we are a little put off spending much time in these places at the moment due to the confined spaces of the Medinas and the covid pandemic risks associated with it). 

What we did sincerely enjoy was our visit to the Bardo Museum. It is filled with the superb Roman mosaics that once adorned Roman Africa’s most lavish villas. Not only is collection extraordinary the museum itself is housed in one of Tunisias finest palaces. We wandered the palace and mosaics for hours with our mouths open in awe. Who would ever want carpets in their house when your floor could be works of art!

It hasn’t been all day jollies and socialising, we have accomplished most of our winter jobs lists, and of course added a lot more to keep us busy during the year. Some of the bigger items ticked off the list include;

  • Boatyard lift out to service below water items. See seperate ‘Red Roo Haul Out’ post coming soon.
  • Water filtration system for when we take water from shore
  • Replace the silicone sealant around the bathroom (head) and kitchen (galley)
  • Buy and install new mixer taps in the kitchen (galley) and shower.
  • Overhaul the anchor windlass (became a big project with a failed bearing being difficult to acquire locally)
  • Install sleeve on gooseneck bolt to reduce boom movement.
  • Dingy refurbish (new lines and secure points)
  • Replace dingy davit fittings (where it hangs off the stern of the boat)
  • Repair fridge condenser coil and clean/replace cooling circuit hoses
  • Replace toilet hoses
  • Fabricate new bow roller to improve anchor position and security
  • Sanded floorboards to remove squeak (yay!)
  • New tell tales (wind indicators) on the rigging
  • Stripped, cleaned, re-greased and reassembled the sheet/halyard winches (x 6)
  • Climbed and inspected the mast and rigging and remove redundant tv aerial from top of mast
  • Taper the mainsail batterns. Tony, our local sailmaker cruiser friend did this for us.
  • Instal new lazy bag lines (the bag the main sail lives in)
  • Refurbish the gas oven and cooktop.
  • Check & clean all boat compartments, cupboards and lockers for any residual water damage (none yay!)
  • First aid kit check inventory and re-fresh
  • Food stores inventory
  • Create French, Italian & English crew lists
  • Sewing jobs: make anchor riding sail, mast boot, lee cloths, outboard motor cover, BBQ cover, repair lazy bag, make hatch covers, replace curtains, recover salon seats, water filtration cover, drogue anchor bag
  • Sorting & indexing 2 years of photos from cameras, phones
Our new Anchor riding sail Maree made in Monastir

During our stay we also lived through our first entire Ramadan which is practiced by those of the Muslim faith. The basic principle is a month of fasting, prayer, reflection and community. Those who observe Ramadan fast between the hours of 4am and 7pm daily (this changes slightly by minutes each day based on the moon), and by fasting we mean everything, no water, no drinks, no fruit, no food, which in effect impacts the day to day workings of the country quite severely. There are no restaurants or cafes serving food for the entire month, meaning a lot of people are out of work for the month, and for all other business that don’t function around food most are shut by lunch time or early afternoon due to the fatigue staff suffer from fasting. Food and drink can still be bought from the markets and supermarkets for home consumption outside the hours of fasting. The start and end of fasting daily is signalled by an extremely loud “cannon shot” and lightening flash from the fireworks used. Being so near the grand mosque and with the water reflecting sound we had the pleasure of being woken from our bed most mornings with this cannon, a very good heart starter. The evening meals after 7pm are said to be quite the celebration and feasts in the homes, with many people travelling to spend the month with family (due to limited work). Alcohol is also banned for the month and can’t be sold or purchased. Luckily we knew of this and stocked up accordingly, and when the final cannon sounded (a double banger) at the end of Ramadan we still had 1 bottle of wine left and a dozen beers – good planning! What was a surprise is the amount of people in the community who don’t observe Ramadan or strictly adhere to fasting all day. The only coffee shops open in the city were the three here at the marina to cater for westerners. On a normal day you would be lucky to see 2 patrons at any of these establishments [due to covid restrictions] but come lunchtime during Ramadan they were full with very few vacant seats. It seemed a lot took advantage of the reduced work day and turned it into a social afternoon. The marina cafes are also almost hidden from the town so the risk of being seen by others is minimised.

We have sincerely enjoyed our time in Tunisia and despite the very real struggles, worries and impact from Covid we have felt very safe.  We take covid very seriously and take full responsibility to manage our own exposure and safety. The impact on the people here in Tunisia is very evident and heartbreaking, and whilst as individuals they can’t control the restrictions or the economical impact it has had, it can be frustrating to see them not take steps to control their own safety. Masks are mainly used as neck warmers if they have them at all. Funnily enough one of the safest activities we have enjoyed has been doing some sight seeing of their biggest tourism places in the country and having it entirely to ourselves – great for us but again crippling for those that make their living from the tourist trade.   

We find the Tunisian people in general friendly and mostly patient and helpful to us outsiders trying to speak their language and understand their ways. Although Tunisian Arabic is the main language it seems like the majority of Tunisians speak French and a lot know some English also. They are always asking where we are from and welcoming us to their country (on almost a daily basis). Our general observations also note that they seem mostly very respectful and trustful with most businesses leaving equipment, tables and chairs outside even goods with just a towel over them and you never see any theft or vandalism. We like and highly recommend a visit to Tunisia for anyone who is interested in experiencing a different culture and visiting some amazing places.

Tunisia – Red Roo Is Back In Africa

Arriving in Bizerte, Tunisia on the 15th December 2020, we really didn’t know what to expect as far as checking into a foreign country in these new Covid times.  To our pleasant surprise it was easy and we received a most warm and sincere welcome to Tunisia.

We tied the boat up at around 4pm and were instructed to stay on the boat. By 6pm we had a laboratory technician at the boat in full PPE (white paper overalls, gloves and mask) ready to shove a stick up our nose for a Covid test. The next morning the results were in – we had passed the test (and didn’t even have to study!). The officials then came on board one after the other; Customs, Port Police, Guard National, then finally the Marina all with paperwork to process us and the boat into the country.  Last to visit was the Government Doctor who assessed our Covid results, our previous travel and our health before determining that we would need to quarantine for 4 days, complete a second Covid test then (as long as we pass again) we would be fully cleared in and free to leave the boat and explore Tunisia.  We passed the second test too and for the benefit of those who haven’t been covid tested it doesn’t get easier the more you do, whilst it is painless it is anything but pleasant. We didn’t have it too bad however as we learnt that the poor technician who tested us has to complete a test at the end of every work day (due to his exposure risk in testing people all day everyday), he told us he has now had 321 tests …. ouch – I don’t think his nose will ever recover!!!

The 4 days confined to the boat in quarantine passed very quickly as we were certainly exhausted from our lively passage across from the Balearic Islands, so we took the time to recover, and enjoyed being plugged into power and water (no limits on consumption of these was welcome after 6 weeks of anchoring along the Spanish coast). Long hot showers, electricity for laptops/movies and cooking, water to hand wash our clothes (in a bucket) and plenty of food stores we were happy.

Bizerte – The old town wall beside the canal into where the local fishing fleet (small row boats) reside.
Red Roo in the marina above the “E” in the I Love Bizerte sign.

In total we spent two weeks in Bizerte, during this time we found our feet in regards to understanding the people, customs, language, money, food and the way of life in Tunisia. The Tunisians are very welcoming. This is one of the many pleasures we get to experience each time we land in a new country.  

Whilst in the North of the country we took the opportunity to hire a car and see further afield than the city. 

Our Northern Tunisia road trip map

We toured a large aluminium boat building factory (Red Roo is aluminium) in Menzel Bourguiba owned and operated by our new friend Claude (a lovely Frenchman who had a 22 meter aluminium catamaran next to us in the marina).

We drove to Ichkeul National Park expecting to be able to get close to Flamingo’s only to get to the gate and be told the park was shut due to Covid.

Road Trip in Northern Tunisia.
A local Shepard with his cows on the road (you know they are true Shepards when they have a stick!).
The aluminium boat factory & the Ichkeul National Park (closed)

On our travels we came across the Medjez-El-Bab Commonwealth War Cemetery, where 2903 Commonwealth Servicemen from the Second World War North Africa campaign (1942-1943) are buried or commemorated, 385 of which are unidentified. A very sombre place that is maintained to a very high standard by the local staff. 

We stopped at Dougga, a Roman settlement that peaked around 400 AD. The ruins of the complete city cover an area of approximately 75 ha. It became a UNESCO site in 1997. We really enjoyed exploring this place, we were 2 of 4 people wandering the ruins and there is no such thing as out of bounds, guide ropes restricting access or even occupational health and safety in a place like this. You are truely free to roam and explore, even fall down open un barricaded holes in the structures, or pick up the stones from mosaics dated 1400 years old.

Dougga Ruins
Phil giving me his most “noble” pose, and his full wrath with the thunder clouds in the background.
The show at the Dougga Theatre … lucky the tickets were cheap!

We visited Le Kef and toured the Rabat which overlooks the city, as well as drove through the cork forests and the Ayn Darahim Mountains on route to Tabarka, a northern coastal town. During our time on the road we passed some magnificent rich farming country with the winter crops emerging. Northern Tunisia was the breadbasket of the Roman Empire with an estimated 60% of the empires wheat coming from the region.

Cork tree in the Ayn Darahim Mountains

We were the only cruisers living on our boat at Bizerte so we enjoyed a quiet Christmas together.  We ate out at a restaurant for lunch (the one in town that sold alcohol – remember we are in an Arabic/Muslim country now and alcohol isn’t a common thing).  We treated ourselves to ½ a dozen oysters for an entree, only to be told they had just three oysters, however they were so big I am not sure we would have managed any more than that.  We strolled back to the boat and drank away the afternoon and evening making a good dent in our ships stores of grog – it was Christmas after all!!

Christmas Day Feast & the Captain with his “pass” results from his Covid tests

Once the correct wind and weather arrived we set off again for the 145 nautical mile passage which took us east across the Gulf of Tunis, around Cape Bon and then south to our winter berth at Monastir.

We had a great sail making good speed in pleasant conditions (a relief after the previous passage). We left Bizerte and arrived in Monastir a little over 24 hours later, anchoring off the beach outside the marina.

The next morning we entered the marina (with a little touch of anxiety) for our first ever Mediterranean berth.  This may not mean much to many of you, but every region of the world has a different way of “parking” your boat, and we were about to learn yet another.  Previously we have become practiced and skilled in normal finger pontoon berths, then in the Baltic Sea we learnt to deploy a stern anchor and nose into the rocks or docks to tie off, we have also perfected the box berths or pile berths but of course they do it different here in the Med. We had done our research but it is always a bit “exciting” actually executing something new in a boat.  Especially when you have a great cruising boat for sailing and anchoring but one which isn’t quite as responsive on steering in small tight cramped marinas, or going backwards at low speed, which of course is what is required to berth here.  In short they don’t have pontoons (to side tie onto) you need to back into a berth in between other boats and tie off your stern (rear) to the quay, then pick up “slime lines” from the water that are secured underwater on the bottom (usually to concrete blocks) to tie off your bow.  Then secure a “plank” to get on and off your boat from the stern to the quay.  We managed this quite well (or some would say fluked it), but it was a relief getting the first one done, we now know what to expect next time.

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Red Roo in her winter berth, picture taken by our neighbours from the top of their mast.
The “plank” to get on and off the boat.
Monastir Rabat.

We were welcomed in Monastir, arriving New Years Eve to be greeted by fantastic friends who we had previously met and wintered with in Morocco 2 years prior, and have since made many new ones too. Monastir has a great winter sailing community with around 20 boats all with people living on them from many countries; USA, Canada, Germany, France, Italy, Switzerland, Brazil, The Netherlands, as well as other Australians!

Monastir – a watch tower on the old town wall.
Friends old and new in Monastir.
Sunrise in the marina.
Our pet Ostrich at the marina.
Street buildings Monastir.

We will be here for a few months to wait out winter, haul out the boat and anti-foul the bottom and then be ready to head off sailing and exploring as the pandemic and weather allows.

Off again ⛵️ into the mediterranean sea

Tuesday 3rd November 2020, a day to remember – it was the day we finally threw off the dock lines at La Linea de la Concepción, Spain after our long unplanned hiatus. 

Happy Crew – FINALLY leaving the marina and heading into the Mediterranean Sea

This wonderful day however didn’t come easy and there was certainly more than one occasion leading up to leaving that we doubted if we would get away.  

Entering the Mediterranean Sea sailing out of the Bay of Gibraltar around Europa Point

One of the more memorable was during our final test sail. We had been taking the boat out of the Marina multiple times during the  previous two weeks to test all the repaired and replaced systems parts. The test runs had all gone well and boosted our excitement about finally leaving UNTIL our very last one.  We had actually just nipped out, one nautical mile over to Gibraltar to fill up the fuel tanks with duty free diesel in preparation for our final departure. As we returned to the marina dock, at the final moment, the worst possible time as we were manoeuvring into our berth (with boats everywhere) the engine cut out dead and couldn’t be restarted, we were drifting with no engine and not enough speed for steering.  

Thank goodness there was no wind to push us into other boats, we did however hit the concrete wall on the quay with the dinghy on the stern of the boat (which was the best part to hit if we had to hit anything as it protected Red Roo).  We threw a line to help on the docks and were pulled in and tied off.  The culprit was a teeny weeny 5 amp fuse in the engine wiring loom that had blown when putting the engine into reverse. Disturbingly it was factory fitted in the new system and the manual clearly states it should have been a 10 amp fuse.  Our electrical engineer assured us the new correct size fuse wouldn’t fail and we were good – I can tell you it didn’t feel good and our confidence took a hit, but we did go out again, that very same day (the old saying get back on the horse) and all was well.  It is now just an unpleasant memory, and some minor repairs to the dinghy wheels where they bent upon hitting the concrete wall.

So, as many boats were coming into La Linea to tie up for three or four months to shelter for winter we were departing … hmmmm, this seems to be a bit of a habit of ours – winter sailing … destination Tunisia 1500 nautical miles away.

Our journey from La Linea Spain to Tunisia – 1500 nautical miles

After 5 days on anchor outside the marina the winds were in our favour and we were off, and spoiler alert … 38 days later we arrived in Tunisia.

Fuengirola anchorage, the local kids having fun “faster, faster”
The Captain hard at work on passage, eating anzac biscuits and reading his novel!

In between there were some lovely picturesque anchorages and some other beautiful but very rolly and uncomfortable anchorages including one night where we rose from our beds at the midnight hour (not that we were sleeping due to the rocking) and moved anchorages as the wind changed direction earlier than forecast and we had an onshore wind and breaking waves.  

Red Roo on passage along the southern coast of Spain

Our short time in the Mediterranean Sea confirms the myth we had heard that in the Med there is either no wind or an awful lot of wind. 

Sunset at anchor

We mainly did small day sail hops along the southern coast of Spain heading East.  We didn’t explore land at all, in fact we only went to shore twice in 43 days between La Linea and Tunisia.  This being due to both COVID pandemic restrictions as well as VISA reasons (we had officially checked out of Europe, and our clock had started on our required time out of the EU), hence the reason we were heading to Tunisia in Africa. We were in no hurry, happy for our days out of Europe to start adding up and enjoy the water as long as we could before the weather really turned and we were once again tied to land.

Anchorage at Ensenada de los Berengueles

The almost two months on anchor and making our way to Tunisia certainly helped get our sea legs back, we gave Red Roo a very decent work out, both the new engine as well as our sailing skills in strong winds and lumpy seas….… Did I mention there is either no wind, or too much wind!!

Red Roo at anchor off Ibiza

Our spray dodger was damaged one day at anchor off Mallorca when a hail storm came through and gave us all it had.  The hail stones were many and at least 10mm in diameter and came with such force it shredded (went straight through) all 6 of our clear window panels on our spray dodger.  We are the first to admit our dodger wasn’t in the best shape and the clear window panels were getting brittle and on their last legs, however it was still disappointing.  The next day was spent in repair mode.  I sewed in some old sail cloth for the side panels (which didn’t need to be see through, in the case of an interim repair) and I used the plastic table cloth from our saloon table for the front panels!  The upside of the event, we had ice (hail) for our drinks which we collected from the deck.

Hail damage (left) and repairs (top right) to the Spray Dodger at Mallorca

One of the highlights besides the tranquility of being alone and on the ocean was our stop at Isla de Cabrera.  A small national park island off the southern eastern end of the island of Mallorca.  In a word STUNNING, and being winter we had the place to ourselves.  Normal capacity is 50 boats all on morning buoys to protect the sea bed, and a recommendation to book 3 months in advance due to its popularity.  I will let the photos do the talking.

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Amazing walks and views – Isle of Cabrera

This was a theme as we made our way along the Spainish coast.  Whilst cruising out of season comes with some weather challenges it is certainly far outweighed by the pleasure of empty anchorages – bliss!!! 

The anchorage at Isle de Cabrera, one of the perks of off season sailing, no crowded anchorages

From there we made our way to the island of Menorca and went to shore to re-provision and stock up (mainly on pork products, bacon, ham, chorizo, as we were heading to Tunisia, a Muslim country) and then waited for our opportunity to cross south to Tunisia.  Due to the winter weather this was a 9 day wait for the heavy weather to subside.  With at least three of these nights being nights with one of us alert and up on anchor watch due to the fierceness of the wind and the chance we may drag anchor in a small anchorage with a fine grained sand bottom.

Menorca – summer holiday island, hence the ATM’s only operate 6 months of the year. Check out the bank security!

We departed on the western edge of a Mistral wind, (a prevailing Mediterranean strong wind from the north west) in order to sail the 350 nautical miles to Tunisia. Staying on the edge of the Mistral with wind over the port stern quarter, sails reefed down we made good progress however it did cost us, for we gave up any and all comfort for 3 nights and 2 days as on top of the 3-4 meter northeasterly swell from the Mistral which would have been reasonably comfortable, there was a residual heavy westerly swell from an earlier gale out in the Gibraltar straits which together made for an very uncomfortable ride.  Total number of photos from passage = zero (that’s how uncomfortable it was).  We both stood all our watches for the entire journey, however during the worst of it they were pretty short 2 hour watches as neither of us could manage a lot, not that it was any better being off watch and trying to rest down below.  

Around midnight on the third night at sea (when we were on track to arrive the next morning, with only about 40 nautical miles to go), the wind swung around to come at us directly on the nose, a short sharp swell built over a few hours and we were really having to push into it, the bow of the boat was riding up with swell and smashing down heavily.  We were making slow forward progress.  Phil made the decision to turn off the wind, away from our destination and sail at an angle where the wind and swell was kinder to us.  It was immediately so much more pleasant, despite being in the wrong  direction and even though it meant a lot more work on Maree’s shift as we crossed the shipping lanes on the southern side of the mediterranean and had to continually turn the boat 60-90 degrees to give way to tanker traffic. By dawn we had reached the Tunisian coast but were 30 nautical miles west of our arrival port, but as we neared the coast the wind had moderated and veered to the south and the swell dropped in the lee of the coast we were able to slowly coastal sail to Bizerte, our Tunisian port of arrival. It was actually  the best part of the crossing with the sailing slow but enjoyable despite our fatigue.

Sunrise as we approach the coast of Tunisia

Good old Red Roo performed so well and is such a solid trustworthy vessel she did all the hard work for us.  It was a unanimous decision to award the Crew Person of the Passage to the “Autopilot” and runner up being our upgraded “AIS” system.

That sinking feeling

We have a boat, we have done our apprenticeship – successfully sailing over 8,600 nautical miles over four years through 16 countries.  Does this mean we don’t make mistakes?  Nope, it certainly does not!

We made a big one, so big that Red Roo was taking on water, a lot of water, one could say she was on her way down to the bottom.

It was a mistake of our own making. A very regrettable lapse in process when in a rush to leave the boat resulted in the toilet intake valve being left open, allowing water to flow in without the accompanying pump out operating. Normally a few hours of this would present no real problems BUT we had left the boat for a few days to travel to Madrid and explore the Spanish capital.  

The result was Red Roo taking on water for 18 hours.  From what we can gather, the water overflowed out of the toilet bowl and into the bilge (as expected), and the bilge pump pumped the water out for hours before eventually failing. The water then continued flowing in without being pumped out, resulting in water inside the boat to a depth of 40cm of water above the floorboards before the diligent staff at the marina noticed that Red Roo was sitting low in the water, ultimately beginning to sink.

Water inside Red Roo about 40cm above the floorboards. Some of our wiring is down low, a lot of our pumps are submerged as well as all our batteries. A lot of our personal affects were also ruined.

After receiving the phone call from the marina that morning while we were sitting in a hire car on the side of the road 6 hours north of the boat, we were stunned, shocked, and devastated.  Our main concern was where was the water coming in?  Was there a hole? Had something failed? What could it be?  Our minds eventually came to question: in a rush to leave, did the last user of the toilet close the valve? It took only seconds for those at the marina who accessed Red Roo to check and confirm. The valve was open; two seconds later they had shut it off, and the flow stopped.

It took 20 minutes to pump all the water out but took weeks to discover the resulting damage.  Electrical wiring and components, mechanical parts, and personal items were destroyed or had begun to corrode due to their saltwater immersion.  It has taken over a year to replace everything following a frustratingly slow insurance process as well as repairers and parts availability. 

Pumping the water out of Red Roo

We cannot thank the Alcaidesa Marina staff enough for noticing Red Roo was low in the water, contacting us, and pumping her out. Also a HUGE THANKS to Jean & Yolene (SV Caffee Latte) for helping on the day and in the week following. Each day they assisted in emptying the boat, washing and cleaning everything in freshwater, and providing the much needed emotional support during the clean up.

For the 16 months following, we dealt with the insurance company (very frustrating) and organised contractors for the boat repairs.  The significant works included total replacement of all immersed electrical wiring and equipment, replacement of pumps, and eventually a new engine and gearbox. Delays occurred with being in Spain and the repair companies being in Gibraltar (UK territory). Then, of course, when almost complete, we had further delays from COVID shutdowns.

This is a very short account of what has been a very long, tiring, expensive & regrettable event (March 2019 – November 2020), and the most challenging blog we have had to write – admitting to our own mistake. 

It can happen to anyone, even Sir Francis Chichester writes about it happening to him on his circumnavigation

The good news is we are now ready to continue on our journey (as the world health pandemic allows).

Thanks again to the staff at the Alcaidesa Marina, Jean & Yolene from SV Caffe Latte, and also recognition and thanks go to our main repair contractors, Dylan & George from Electrical Marine Services and James from Pritchard’s Marine (both based in Gibraltar).

Further thank you’s also go out to our neighbours in the Marina – Brenda & Alistair, Ian, and Peter for their smiles, friendship and assistance especially in looking out for each other and keeping us all sane during the 3-4 months we were locked down and confined to our boats.

Sharing a drink with Brenda & Al (SV Melody) whilst socially distancing and staying on our own boats

Morocco to Spain via Australia

It was well and truly time to get back on the water and after spending winter, a wonderful 3 months in Morocco, followed by an unplanned 6 week trip back to Australia our scheduled January departure for our 2019 sailing adventures into the Mediterranean didn’t eventuate until mid March.

It was late January when we got the heart breaking phone call that Phil’s mother Vera had fallen over in her garden and was in hospital, very ill. Unfortunately hours later we were arranging flights to come home for her funeral – such a shock.

We hadn’t been home since leaving Australia in mid 2015 and despite the absolutely heart breaking reason behind the return, there was a silver lining in the fact that we were able to see and spend time with our much missed families and friends, even meeting two new editions to Phil’s clan that had been born since we left.

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Melbourne Family; Nathan, Tom, Daniel, Eliza, Nigel, Phil, Sandi, Jade, Breona, Alice, Stephen, Maree, Paul & Belinda (missing Mikaela).

The long haul from Africa to Australia and return had us travelling around the world (these were the most economical ticket choices for us, cheap to buy but long hours/days travelling).  Departing Morocco we flew to London, Los Angeles then to Melbourne with the return from Melbourne via Hong Kong, Zurich, London, Morocco.  Not forgetting the few internal flights within Australia to family and friends in Queensland and Tasmania.

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No this is not the Mediterranean it is Australian summer time, a beach in Port Phillip Bay – Melbourne

We were home for 6 weeks and it flew by.  The first two weeks were very emotional with the funeral and everything associated with the loss of a loved one. There was the overwhelming feeling of loss and really missing Vera from the family home where we stayed.

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In Queensland we picked up a second hand sail and cut out pieces to take back to Red Roo to make a custom anchor riding sail. Recycling at its best!

We also spent a lot of time doing many menial yet frustrating and time consuming tasks relating to being out of the country for so long such as renewing drivers licences, passports, new medicare cards, a few visits to the doctors for check ups, dealing with the banks to get new cards issued with longer expiry dates, etc.  As well as a lot of shopping (we wish they had Bunnings and Spotlight in Europe) resulting in many weigh ins of our return luggage.

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Queensland Family: Lincoln, Dianna, Henry, Isabella, Maree, Bill & Jake (missing Leigh, Colleen & Glenn)

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Scott, Queeda, Cameron, Brady & Dusty Dog, the Tasmanian Family Contingent

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Steam Tractor on the Highway in Tasmania

“A huge thank you to our families and friends we really appreciate all you do for us, with each of you going the extra mile for us whilst we were home.  We were made welcome in your homes to stay, you fed us (good Aussie tucker), you travelled to see us, you lent us cars, or drove hundreds of kilometres to pick us up and drop us back to the airport, and went above and beyond to cancel your normal plans to set aside time to spend together.  You certainly made what was an emotionally hard time into a wonderful memory.”

Once back in Morocco the final stages of preparation before leaving involved one of us getting wet and to my delight it was the Captains turn.  It wasn’t the warmest day for it but in he went giving the bottom a clean, clearing all thru-hulls (we had some little marine critters making themselves at home) and giving the prop a clean Red Roo was looking in tip top shape.

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Getting ready for departure, diving on the boat to check the bottom and thru hulls

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The departure dock at Tangier Morocco, Adventurous (Mary & David from Adelaide Australia) and Red Roo ready to go

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Goodbye Morocco, Amine who looked after us and Red Roo over winter

17th March was leaving day, not only for us but for all the boats with people onboard who had been calling Tangier home for the last few months or weeks, we had all been waiting on this weather window.  After check out procedures and clearing customs we had all departed within a 2 hour window, which made it a little competitive for the 33 nautical mile sail across the Strait of Gibraltar to La Linea, Spain, just north of Gibraltar.  It wasn’t long before we had Adventurous in sight (they were first to leave) but we also had Caffe Latte making miles quickly behind us closing in (last to leave).

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Tangier – Morocco to La Linea – Spain

We had the sails up within 100 meters from the end of the fuel pontoon in the marina and cut the engine immediately due to floats, nets and fishing pots in the bay.  The wind was fickle in the bay meaning a slow start but we stuck with it and the wind and speed increased as we continued out into the strait.  We ended up averaging 6-7 knots in F4 winds.

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Sails up for the first time in 2019 departing Tangier Bay Morocco

We all took slightly different routes depending on the wind and traffic (all trying to get any advantage we could) as we had to cross the major shipping lanes in and out of the Mediterranean Sea, usually very busy but was relatively quiet on this lovely Sunday sail.

The wind increased significantly once we entered the large body of water in Gibraltar Bay, we ended up having to reef the head the sail and probably really should have reefed or dropped the main too, but it is a big bay and the speed was welcome as we navigated past many large ships at anchor.

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Sailing into the Bay of Algeciras through the large ship anchorage looking towards Gibraltar

Arriving in La Linea we all (Adventurous, Caffe Latte & Red Roo) dropped anchor in the bay with much radio chatter about what a great sail it was after being so long tied up in a marina.

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Back in Europe (La Linea – Spain), Adventurous, Caffe Latte & Red Roo in the anchorage looking at the Rock of Gibraltar (UK territory)

The weather window for the crossing was a short one, Caffe Latte left early the next morning in an attempt to get further in the Med and make some easterly miles but once out of the bay found it impossible to make any sort of way against the strong easterlies and ended up back in the anchorage with us late in the day.

We were all staying at least a week looking at the immediate forecast, it almost felt like a false start after such a good run the day before.  The easterlies continued to blow and blow hard.  Caffe Latte and ourselves moved into the marina not because of any discomfort in the anchorage, but the strong winds would have made the dingy ride to land quite hazardous and if we were stuck we wanted to take the time to explore Gibraltar a short walk from the marina over the border into English territory.

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Crossing the boarder between Spain & Gibraltar (UK) which involves crossing the tarmac of the international airport! Top picture waiting on a plane, bottom picture crossing the air strip (walking, bikes and cars).

We also needed to make quite a few trips to the Spanish Supermarket as three months in Morocco had pretty much depleted our entire alcohol stores –  being a Muslim country alcohol wasn’t readily available and when found was really expensive.  Obviously replenishing our stores was addressed as a priority!  The beer and wine being very cheap in Spain was an opportunity not to be missed.

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Readily available washing machines were also a highlight of being in the marina, trust me after three months hand washing everything in a bucket this really deserves a mention here!  The highlight of these few weeks stuck in Spain was finally having an address and the time to receive our parcel of boat bits that we had been ordering from the UK since November last year which family in the UK had been collating for us.  A huge thank you to Wendy and Mike for being our address and then boxing up our many, many (strange) bits and sending to us.  No excuses now for not finishing all the little jobs we were waiting on parts for.

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Top of the Rock of Gibraltar

We explored the Gibraltar and the Rock as well as La Linea as the wind continued to blow and blow hard, that one week soon turned into three!  Adventurous also left the anchorage and joined us in the marina, it felt like winter again with our three boats close together in a marina.

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The Gibraltar Lighthouse, the entrance to the Mediterranean

Chefchaouen & The Rif Mountains – Winter in Morocco

The new year arrived in Morocco and whilst the weather is mild for winter to say the least, the winds have been having a bit of a blow so we decided to stay for an extra couple of weeks before heading into the Mediterranean.

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A rare picture together – Chefchaouen

During an exceptionally social evening on board Red Roo (3 bottles of champagne before the multiple bottles of red were opened), celebrating a certain Captains birthday with an international contingent made up of Australians, Canadians, Americans and Dutch folk a plan was hatched to visit Chefchaouen a town nicknamed the “Blue Pearl”.

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Chefchaouen Streets Simply Beautiful

Chefchaouen is located 120 km away and a grand taxi costs just 70 dirham (€7) per person for a seat from Tangier to Chefchaouen (the taxi fills all seats before departing) but our group of 6 sailors filled the taxi – perfect.  We had the pleasure of sharing this adventure with two other crews from boats in Tangier; Jean & Yolène of Caffe Latte and Tony & Shannon of Sweetie.

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The Crew; Shannon, Tony, Maree, Yolene, Phil & Jean

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Overlooking Chefchaouen

It was a two night adventure and the best of Morocco we have seen so far. Beautifully perched beneath the raw peaks of the Rif Mountains, Chefchaouen is one of the prettiest towns in Morocco, an artsy, blue-washed mountain village that feels like its own world. While tourism has definitely taken hold, the balance between ease and authenticity is just right.

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Streets of Chefchaouen

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The Crew at the Abandoned Spanish Mosque Looking Down Over Chefchaouen

Chefchaouen is much quieter than any other Moroccan towns we have visited. Instead of vendors inviting you to their shops, you’ll find quiet men waiting for you to ask them about a price. Streets are be filled with locals enjoying their days and echoing laughter from the children playing ball.

No-one really talks about why is the Medina blue.   What we do know is that Chefchaouen was established in 1471 by Mulay Alí Ben Rachid, however in 1492, during the Reconquista of Spain the Jews were expelled from Spain with many of them fleeing to Morocco and establishing their own enclave in Chefchaouen.  Apparently the Sephardi Jewish community that settled in Chefchaouen brought along their tradition of painting buildings blue.  They believed the blue is the colour of the sky and divinity, so it would remind them of the presence of God.  The tradition is also actually present in other places, such as Safed in Israel.

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The Postcard Shot of Chefchaouen

Others however believe that the colour repels flies and mosquitos well, so it was a practical solution as well.  Whatever the origin the effect is very special.

The city was actually closed to all the foreigners especially Christians under the threat of death, until the beginning of the Spanish occupation in 1920. The town had remained so closed off from the rest of the world that when visitors actually got in they reportedly found its Jewish inhabitants were still speaking a 15th-century version of Spanish.

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A Chefchaouen Local

After the WWII, most of the Jewish families left for Israel, but Moroccan Berbers continue the blue tradition despite the blue washing off the walls quite easily.  The local government supplies special paint brushes to assist in efforts to keep Chefchaouen’s history alive.

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In the shady main square of Place Outa el Hammam is the red-walled Kasbah, a 15th-century fortress and dungeon

This all blue town is a photographer’s dream and you can wander here for hours and just be in awe the whole time.  It’s a little out-of-the-way compared to the big draw cards of Morocco making it less touristy than other spots but it’s very much worth a visit. 

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Phil left unsupervised in the market – a hat in his football teams colours

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Such Clean Air and Wonderful Walking

What we really liked about Chefchaouen was its location in the Rif Mountains.  The air felt clean, and as soon as we arrived we felt relaxed.

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We came up from the hut and water below

This tranquil, beautiful region also holds a surprising secret; it produces half the world’s hashish!  There is more ‘kiff’ or marijuana here than you can poke a pipe at.  Phil was offered a buying opportunity at least three times each day we were there.

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Gods Bridge over the water (a long way above the water)

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Arrived at Gods Bridge

Being in the Rif Mountains meant that day 2 of our visit saw us huff and puff over two hiking tracks nearby at Akchour. 

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Puffing Up The Riff Mountains

Being winter we had the place virtually to ourselves, but the temperate was perfect and a lovely bright clear day, we declined the offer of a local guide and set out alone enjoying spectacular scenery especially during the climb to God’s Bridge and the crystal clear water pools on our way to the Grand Cascades.

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Cascades in the Riff Mountains

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The Riff Raff Hiking in the Riff Mountains

Morocco Part II Exploring Inland

Marrakech, Atlas Mountains, Sahara Desert & Fes

We were both very keen to explore more of Morocco than just the coast and Tangier so after learning the best and worst bits from fellow boaters who had recently done the same and advice from friend Mel Devlin back in Australia we put together a plan and left Red Roo for a week to explore inland.

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Map detailing our inland adventures

We flew 600 kilometres from Tangier inland to Marrakech the flight taking an 1 hour and costing just €30 a ticket. 

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Making chess pieces

We were dropped off at a gate outside the walled old city Medina and within 50 meters of being inside had stopped to observe and interact with a guy who was making small chess pieces from wood using his feet to hold a chisel while one hand turned the piece and the other controlled the lathe via a bow string.  The intricate pieces were a credit to him.  He gave us a “gift” which was an even smaller carving he had made.  Then he asked for a “gift” in return – money.  I was on red alert already and as much as I wanted to explain that a gift meant giving with out asking for anything in return, we sucked it up gave him a Dirham, to which he replied it wasn’t enough and asked for more and we learnt our lesson, it was only a few cents and he was nice enough and did entertain us with his craft.  Funnily enough 20 meters further along there was another man doing the same thing (one of many), but this one stood out as being safety conscious as he was wearing socks!  

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Donkeys do the hard work in the small Medina streets hauling goods

Marrakech also taught us how to haggle to buy goods, however we have found this really differs in each town and is really different back in Tangier and different again in Fes.  The first item we brought was a piece of leather hide (roughly a meter square but of animal shape), we use this on rubbing points on the boat to protect the sails where they touch the rails and spreaders.  The store holder said the price was 280 MAD (Moroccan Dollars – Dirham).  We negotiated a bit but said it was too expensive and walked off.  He chased us down the street and we eventually brought it for just 125 MAD (about €12) less than half his first asking price.

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Marraksch Medina

Our next experience was with a Herbalist, of which there are hundreds (no exaggeration)  within the Medina.  This one was in a courtyard and part of a cooperative which put all profits to a charity for disabled women.  He spent a long time with us explaining what all the natural products were and we finally found out the the thick brown sticky like substance we had been seeing everywhere as actually soap!, the terracotta pots actually contain natural dye and when wetted is used as lipstick or blush, and the rough surface is used as pumice stone, the wheat like bulbs are natural toothpicks, and much much more.  But what really sucked us in was his natural cure for snoring, oh could it be that easy????  It was natural snuff mix of nigella seed and a special ingredient …. crystallised eucalyptus oil!!  We laughed and told him we were Australian and it was a native Australian tree.  He poured us mint tea (delicious) as we decided we would purchase some of the special anti snoring and sinus clearing snuff.  For this we didn’t need to haggle (a relief) as it priced per 100 grams, and he threw in a lipstick, pumice stone and toothpicks for free.  We really enjoyed our time in his shop and didn’t feel pressured or hassled at all.  He was located very close to our Riad (accomodation) and told us we were welcome to join him for tea (free) anytime, and he readily greeted us each day when he saw us walking to and from our Riad.  A bonus of spending the time with him and learning about their natural treatments was that for the next 5 days every time we passed a herbalist shop and were hassled with “guess what this is” and “I have special medicine for you” we knew what the items were and could fend off the attempted sell and invitation into their shop without being rude.  A real bonus! Pictured below; Phil taking the snoring snuff, tea with the Herbalist and Moroccan Soap.

Another shop that appears in the hundreds within the Medina are the intricate woodwork  products shops.  Their craftsmanship is truely wonderful and the “big sell” for them are the magic boxes.  They are very cleverly made and are a real trick to open.  After spending some time in a shop admiring the work and Phil buying a trick box (pull the box handle a snake comes out and nips you) I was told the secret in how to open the magic boxes.  We used this to our amusement later in the day when for what seemed the hundredth time when a shopkeeper was trying to pressure us into his shop to see the magic box Phil replied to him that if I (Maree, who was looking at another shop nearby) could open the box could we have it for free?  The guy readily agreed and Phil called me over and the shopkeeper gave me the box and said try to open, I opened it, and Phil said “It’s ours for free” to which the guy said “no, it was free to try to open”  we all laughed and we left.

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Koutoubia Mosque Marrakesh

 

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Maree trying to pick one pot from the many colour combinations on offer

We visited the famous Jemaa el-Fnaa square both during the day and at night.  It is one of the “must see” places in Marrakech. The square certainly contained atmosphere although others found it more alluring than we did.  It is a chaotic mix of snake charmers, donkey carts loaded with goods delivering to the markets, monkeys, horse drawn carriages containing tourists, market stalls, henna tattoo ladies, juice stands, eateries and local tourists.  We were put off (appalled) by the monkeys on chains being made to perform tricks and pose for photos for money as well as by the snakes held down by rocks over their tails and made to stand up by teasing.  It is not our kind of thing.  We were however amused by the couple of elderly gentlemen selling used sets of dentures  – and decided it was the ultimate gift to bring someone back from Morocco!!

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Vendor selling teeth and used dentures in the Jemaa el-Fnaa square Marrakesh

 

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Jemaa el-Fnaa is the square and market place in Marrakesh’s medina quarter

We sat at a cafe enjoying a mint tea and watched as the ladies harassed tourists to purchase henna tattoos from them.  We had been warned of this and were astounded to actually watch them grab a lady’s hand and squirt the henna onto a hand with a syringe before the tourist knew what was happening then offering to just tidy it up into a pretty shape before demanding money for it, or going all the way up their arm and demanding more money, and if it was refused or not enough money given then they would smudge it all into a big mess.

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Intricate metal-worked doors

 

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Meatball Tajine with egg and Mint Tea

The next day we visited to the Tombeaux Saadiens which is a burial place dating back to the Saadian dynasty (1578 – 1603).  The tombs were discovered in 1917 and are now a major tourist attraction in the city.  The mausoleum comprises of the interments of about sixty members of the dynasty.  The building is composed of three rooms the most famous being that which contains the the grave of the son of the sultan, Ahmad al-Mansur.  And although there is a long line to wait in to view the room and then viewing is limited to around 30 seconds per person standing at the doorway it is absolutely breathtaking.  It contains 12 grand columns made of Italian marble and the most amazing mosaic tiles along the floor and walls, then further up is intricate carved and painted plaster followed by carved and painted cedar wood ceiling.

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Saadian Tombs

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Saadian Tombs

 

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Saadian Tombs

Afterwards we were taking a break on the seating outside the tombs when approached by a fully veiled Moroccan lady touting silver bracelets.  I replied “la shukran” which is no thank you in Arabic and she was so impressed that we could speak Arabic that she  absolutely insisted on giving me one of her brackets for free.  I was initially concerned she would want a gift for her gift but after conversing with her further in English she was genuine with her gift for us being so polite and learning her language when visiting.  I accepted the bracelet.  Again this was extra beneficial as each time thereafter I was approached by a bracelet lady I could show them that I already had one, and furthermore Phil used this as my birthday present gift (yes, he had forgotten it was my birthday!)  Apparently I was so lucky he had arranged all that especially for the day!

We immersed ourselves further into the medina and sought out the actual artisans at work making the goods which was way past the market stalls down many windy laneways.  It was unbelievable, really amazing to see the actual craftsmen working in leather, wood and metal in rooms no bigger than the size of an average western toilet, literally a door width across and couple of meters deep, producing shoe after shoe after shoe from a stack of leather behind him, cutting the wooden sole from a template and sewing it on his antique sewing machine or even by hand.

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Marrakesh Water Man

Whilst we were in the actual making area we decided to look at buying a Fatima ’s hand door knocker (for the house we don’t have!)  These had continually impressed us with the beautiful detail in the solid brass carving and the special beliefs behind it.  We had seen one priced at 90 MAD (about €9) and decided for that price we would have ourselves one.  We asked the artisan and he showed us his, I said I wanted a larger one and so he went a couple of doors down grabbed the best one and brought it back to sell to us, it was much nicer than the 90 MAD version with a lot more detail and larger in size, he told us it would cost 780 MAD we eventually brought it from him for 240 MAD, and he then took the money down the artist he got it from, this is common – if they don’t have what you want they will get it from someone else who they call “my brother” and sell it to you (taking a commission I am sure).

Considering that besides yacht parts and food we had hardly brought a souvenir in the last three and half years we were certainly making up for it in Morocco. 

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By day the square contains a lot of open space besides the chaos previously described but by late afternoon in come the hand drawn carts and the whole square is turned into an alfresco dining area and bbq stores for the evening meal.  This is then packed up by midnight to start again the following day.  The smell is certainly enticing and the colours and food displays very impressive but this is actually where our patience ran out.  We felt really harassed as we walked around looking to choose a place to eat for the evening.  Every single stall had 2 or more hustlers with their sole job being to stop anyone from walking past and insist on showing them the menu and pushing them into their tables.  There are hundreds of stalls all adjoining and as you finally get away from one hustler you are the next stall and the next guy from that place sets to work on you.  I really got fed up with it all, and we actually experienced our first real rude interactions here.  After declining what seemed to be our 60th hustler he yelled in our faces “Why are you going to some other stall they are all just the same shit” (he is actually correct in saying that) and then another one a little further on actually grabbed Phil’s arm and was pushing him in, to which Phil took great offence and confronted the guy.  The first we came across that didn’t actually hustle us (they were busy hustling others) we sat down and ate.  We only did it the once, and there after enjoyed meals elsewhere for much a much cheaper price too. Here was also the first time we invoked our Arabic in real spirt, the polite no thank you “la shukran” in Arabic turned into myself (Maree) saying very loudly and very clearly to someone who wouldn’t leave me alone and followed me “La La La La La La La La La”.  Phil later laughed about it, but he has since used it himself.

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Magnificent mosaics inside the Dar Si Said Museum building

Besides the Medina a highlight of Marrakech was our visit the Dar Si Said museum, the building was simply amazing  and that is without the exhibition displayed in it.  Mosaics on the floor and up the walls, intricate painted plaster work and more carved and coloured wooden ceilings.  This building was testimony to the local architectural art at the end of the 19th century in Morocco.  It was originally the residence of one of Morocco’s Chief Executives.  The building is now home to the Moroccan carpet and textile art museum which was very well blended into its surrounds and displayed just the right amount of carpets and artefacts with accompanying information boards.  The temporary exhibition was also breathtaking. It displayed new (2012 made) carpets which were deigned as replicas of 1920’s paintings.  They were stunning, it really showcased how amazing the artists are that make the carpets are and also very surprisingly were the patterns or the paintings chosen to turn into these display carpets, they must have been highly contemporary even controversial when they were first painted and displayed.  They seemed very modern works even by todays standards.  We wandered around the building through all the rooms, then even did a second lap back through it all again.

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One of the 1920’s paintings recently recreated into a carpet

 

After three days in Marrakech we were ready to see further afield.  On recommendations from others we had chosen an all inclusive (except lunches) package tour into the Atlas Mountains, Dades Valley, Sahara Desert and then a transfer all the way to Fez a total of 1027 km over three days two nights.

Day one we admit to wondering what we had gotten ourselves into with a disorganised start where after a lot of waiting around in a street with maybe 50 buses all going on slightly different tours or routes with people being asked to get on a specific bus then directed to get off and onto a different one (the Moroccan way of ensuring the right people are going to the right tour and destination) each seat in our bus was finally taken, the bus then proceeded to join the que and line up for petrol?  Very backward way of doing things we thought but anyway after another a last minute change of two people off and a different two people on we left. 

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The Atlas Mountains

It was a long day on the bus but good viewing as it wasn’t far out of Marrakech that we started up into the Atlas Mountains, after Killiminjaro the Atlas Mountains are the second highest in Africa.  We can attest to a drop in temperate up high near the snow capped mountain tops. 

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Ait-Ben-Haddou the old fortified city (Ksar) in Ouarzazate

We stopped at Ben Ait Haddou for tour of the Kasbah.  Ben Ait Hoult can almost appear as an illusion when first viewed.  The Kasbah is built from local mud and straw and is such in camouflage with the hill behind it that you can hardly believe it is real.  It is famous for being used to film movies such as; Lawrence of Arabia, The Jewell of the Nile, Gladiator, Kingdom of Heaven, Son of God, One Night with the King, as well as parts of the TV series Game of Thrones.

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Ait-Ben-Haddou

We enjoyed an artist at work at Ben Ait Haddou who was painting in what could be described as invisible ink.  Painting with all natural ingredients in colours such as indigo blue from fossilised flowers in the rock to oranges and yellows which are made from safron & green tea.  To our amazement the artist painted over small sections of a piece with what looked like water leaving nothing on the page, he then proceeded to work the paper back and forth over the heat of a very small flame from a propane tank.  We watched in awe as the invisible brown details emerged in the area he had just painted as if by magic. They  appeared in full glory of orange and browns to bring the picture to life.

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The hidden pictures exposed after heat

The afternoon drive lead us into the Dades Valley, which was a most impressive landscape and actually quite densely populated.  The group was split for the night amongst two hotels depending on who you booked your tour through and it was delightful to hear the following morning that Phil and I and two Lebanese ladies that were at one hotel seemed to get a lot better deal than the others on the bus.  Although it meant we were last to picked up the next morning and last on the bus meaning we were left the back seat which wasn’t enjoyable at all.  It was raised higher than the rest of the bus but didn’t have windows and you had to duck and stretch your head to look out the windows in front.  I was quite disgruntled when the two girls in the front seat of the bus with the driver refused to swap and change with all of us in the back! 

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“Couscous” one of our guides in the Berber communities of the Dades Valley

Luckily day two wasn’t a lot of driving as we stopped in the valley for a walk then soon after for a tour of local village including a womens cooperative, but guided through it by young men as the women are extremely shy, the carpets on display were impressive and a couple of people from our group got some wonderful pieces at great prices.  

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The Berber Women’s Cooperative Carpet Weaving in the Dades Valley

By mid afternoon we had arrived in the Sahara Desert where we were each allocated a camel and set off on a 1.5 hour ride into the heart of the sand dunes during sunset to a Moroccan Berber Camp for the night.  The camels were very well behaved and we enjoyed the tranquility of the sun setting over the sand dunes, in fact it evoked a bit of home sickness for both of us for the red sand dunes of Roxby Downs which we lived in and loved for so long.

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Sahara Desert

 

The Berber Camp was an enjoyable night and we were issued a tent with a beds at a much higher standard than we were expecting.  A traditional tajine was served for our meal then the camel guides got out the drums and bells and put on a bit of a show for us and we clapped along and danced together by the fire.  Before retiring for the night a group of us walked up to the top of a nearby dune and enjoyed the wonderful night sky and stars.  So beautiful, clear and bright with a few shooting stars enjoyed also.

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Moroccan drums and bells – dancing in the Sahara Desert

The next morning we were woken and organised early to set off for the camel ride back to the town, it was a bit harder than the night before, being both colder and the new muscles found the day before when ridging the camels complaining strongly about being used again so soon.  We stopped after and hour to watch the sun rise over the desert then arrived back at the base hotel for a warm breakfast inside by the fire (it’s winter here – bright days but cold nights).

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Sunrise in the Sahara Desert – Phil and his Camel

After breakfast Phil and I split from the group as rather than going back to Marrakech on the bus (an 11 hour drive) we were transferring to Fes about 500km kilometres away further North through the Atlas Mountains and it turns out this was done in the comfort of our own private taxi transfer.  We couldn’t believe this was included in the price!  Can you imagine the cost of a 500km taxi journey in Australia?? We struck pure gold with our driver Mohammed a lovely gentleman who was very kind, a great safe driver not taking any risks, and also spoke excellent English and was happy to tell us about his country and the land marks and areas we drove through as well as being happy to stop as often as we liked to see things.  He was hired for the day by our tour company to take us to Fes, where he would then spend the night and drive back the following day (hoping to collect a few fares on the way back no doubt).

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A common sight on the road from Sahara to Fes

We arrived in Fes at dusk and were taken to our beautiful Riad (guesthouse) which was newly renovated in old style Moroccan with both mosaics and wood and white concrete walls.  It was really lovely, and the breakfast the next morning even more amazing, we knew we wouldn’t be needing lunch each day we were there after breakfasts fit for royalty.

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Fes Medina with one of the internal Mosque Minaret and Maree

We headed off in search of the famous Fes leather tanneries.  The tanneries process the hides of cows, sheep, goats and camels, in a completely manual (back breaking) process that has barely changed since medieval times, to this day the tanneries only employ Berber workers (indigenous Moroccans) and according to National Geographic is the 2nd hardest job in the world (second to underground mining by hand).  

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The Tannery Works in Fes

At the Chouara Tannery, more commonly known as the No.10 tannery (pictured) the hides are soaked for up to a week in a mixture of cow urine, pigeon shit, lime, water, and salt (ammonia). This caustic mixture helps to break down the tough leather, loosen excess fat, flesh, and any hair that remains on them. Those working in these ammonia vats are required to wear protection on their hands (long gloves) and legs (waders) when stomping and mixing the hides in the vats.

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Drying the hides

Tanners then scrape away excess hair fibres and fat in order to prepare the hides for dyeing.

The hides are next soaked in another set of vats containing another cocktail mixture of natural ingredients (more poop) that acts as a softening agent that causes the hides to become malleable so they can absorb the dye. 

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Dying the hides in the tannery vats

The tanner uses his bare feet to knead the hides for up to three hours to achieve the desired softness.

They are then soaked in the dyeing solutions, which use natural colorants such as poppy for red, indigo for blue, and henna for brown, saffron for orange and mint for green. After the dyeing, the hides are dried in the sun.

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On the day of our visit the temperature was fairly cool, and the smell although unpleasant was bearable, but one can only imagine the stink in high summer.  The shop owners often give mint to tourists as they enter to sniff and mask the smell.

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Fes Medina

 

 

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The Blue Gate into Fes Medina

We continued to wander the medina (a UNESCO world heritage site) and eventually found our way back to the area of our Riad but had trouble actually finding it. With over 9,000 streets (more like alleyways) with 40,000 dead ends it was little wonder we needed help.  It only cost us 2 euro to get help and the kind fellow escorted us all the way there (we were very close) and also gave us a few tricks to help us navigate back again next time.

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Fes rooftops

We walked outside the medina walls up to the Merenid Tombs which house the remains of Sultans and other royals of the Merenid Dynasty. Although the ruins are no longer intact, the climb up the hill is worth it for the authentic architecture and the view over the 1200 year-old Medina.  

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Looking down over Fes from the ruins and cemetery, where a Shepard brought his flock through to feed

Very close to our Riad was the Madrasa Bou Inania was the former college for Muslim intellectuals, built in the 14th century, and since restored. It is the only madrasa (school) in Fez with a minaret, and one of the few religious places in Morocco that is accessible for non-Islamic visitors.

We made the journey from Fes back to the boat at Tangier via train, lashing out on 1st class fares for an extra few euros.  Very glad we did, whilst it certainly wasn’t anything flash, we enjoyed a cabin to ourselves and both had a widow seat for the views on the way home, one of which was to myself at least a little surprising was the amount of women shepherds we saw with small flocks of sheep, or even 2 – 4 cows grazing the side of the train tracks and fields.

Since arriving back to Red Roo in Tangier we have celebrated Christmas with new friends made in the Marina also spending time in Tangier.  On Christmas Eve we celebrated with a 11 pound roast turkey with all the trimmings on board SV Sweetie (USA) hosted by Tony & Shannon and along with ourselves were also joined by a couple from Canada, a lady from Sweden, along with a young couple one being French and the other German – a real international affair.  We followed this up with a late Christmas Day lunch of fresh prawns, pavlova and left overs from the night before on board Red Roo again with Tony & Shannon as well as Gieslea and Robin from Canada. 

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Christmas in Morocco

We have now seen the New Year in and are watching the weather and forecasts preparing ourselves to leave Morocco in the very near future to begin our 2019 adventures in the Mediterranean Sea.

Attached is a link to a video compilation of some of our favourite Morocco pictures:

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