Mohammedia
Malua
Harry Watson Smith
Sun 28 Oct 2012 18:31
The festival of the Eid was at its hight when we decided to leave Morocco but being the very serious religious festival nothing, and I mean nothing, was open or moved in the streets of Sale or Rabat. It is a three day two night close down.
When we asked the marina if we could leave, they very politely said that the entrance bar was too rough so the pilot would not take us out but tomorrow would be OK.
I took Malua over to the fuel dock to put fuel in. 344 litre which cost Euro 283 (note cost Pete) but they would not take payment until the following day. I also checked out and tried to pay for the stay Euro 296 (note cost Pete) and again they would not take payment till the next day.
Sunday dawned with rain again and we checked out, settled our accounts and proceeded to the Customs dock. The officials fill all the forms, asked about the crew change and spent some time checking the ins and outs of the new and old crew. Then after much discussion and phone calls we got the required blue form to leave subject to the drug dog sniffing the boat. A black Labrador arrived with a number of officials. While they shook hands with everybody the dog proceeded to roll in a very large pile of seagull droppings covering his head and side with white shit. The officials then climbed aboard and the dog jumped all over everything covering it with white. The smell was overpowering but I kept a straight face. I think it is their party trick for departing boats. Finally we were handed a form and informed we could leave.
We followed Sundancer and the pilot out the river mouth along with Charm Offensive taking up the rear.
It was then, set a course south into a very slight wind to see how far we could get. At sunset Mohammedia was off the port bow and we turned in expecting the wind to come up to 25 knots on the nose the following day.
We are now Med moored to the end of a pontoon with heavy lines set in expectation of the blow.
A magical moment on Malua