Walked though the fishing harbour and explored the medina of Essaouira which
is a big area of narrow streets with shops, stalls and barrows behind the
old walls of the legendary city of Mogador. All very colourful with lots of
'sand-people' looking as if they are collecting broken droids in a galaxy
far, far away.
Looked for a Morocco courtesy flag for the boat. It can sometimes cause
trouble with officials if you don't fly a small version of the country's
flag from the starboard spreader. A Moroccan French teacher I got talking to
in the medina took me around to loads of shops where we eventually found
something that would do. Wouldn't accept anything for his trouble, which was
Lori's son Tom and his partner Heidi turned up in town for the night. They
had been coincidentally on a surfing holiday further down the Moroccan coast
but there was no surf.
It now looks as though Porto Santo and Madeira will have to be given a miss
as time is getting short to get to Las Palmas. Tired of Portuguese food
anyway. Thinking of going to Isla Graciosa first, which is a small island
north of Lanzarote, as it will be the nearest landfall.