Well
here we are in Restinga Smir, a beautiful, newish marina about 40 nautical
miles from Tangier, around the north eastern
‘corner’ formed by the Spanish enclave of Ceuta. The voyage here was
pleasant, though light winds meant we needed to motor most of the way. The
marina was built on a long stretch of rather lovely beach, and, like much of
what we’ve seen in Portugal, Spain and Morocco, it’s way over-capitalised. The
whole area has vast hotel/ apartment complexes, many unfinished and most empty.
Everywhere there are the sad remnants of stores and businesses. A textbook
illustration of the fallout from the GFC, variations on a theme we’ve seen
everywhere from Vegas to Daytona, through the Bahamas to Europe and now north
Africa.
The
marina has berths for hundreds of boats, both in and out of the water, but it’s
well below capacity. Nevertheless, all the service staff, restaurant staff,
taxi drivers and others have been very friendly and helpful. Moroccan families
on trips to the beach (who love to have their photos taken with a yacht in the
background) have all made a point of letting us know we are very welcome in
their country.
Almost
from the minute we arrived, I succumbed to some hideous Tangier-belly virus,
pretty much wiping out three days that I remember very little about. Nearly
recovered now, in time to greet Marg and Mike Doust as they arrive (in about an
hour!) for a stay aboard Common Sense
and some adventures in and around Morocco. We plan to do a sail over to
Gibraltar for a couple of days, a trip to Chefchaoun for the Saturday markets,
a tour of the ancient city of Tetouan, dinghy rides to some good beaches, day
sails and whatever else we can squeeze in.
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