Month: May 2023 (Page 2 of 3)

Aside from my time in China, Morocco is probably the most ‘foreign’ culture I’ve experienced, as it’s our first time in a Muslim country.

It’s obviously still strictly segregated by traditional gender. It’s very patriarchal and the privilege of men is evident everywhere. But it’s the women that fascinate me the most. Here in Tangier, a cosmopolitan city, hijabs (covering the hair) are still very common, as are chadors (covering of the head and cloaked to the feet). It’s not uncommon to see a niqab (only eyes are exposed), though I have not seen any burqas. But the variety is amazing if you just sit and watch people walk down the street. In many cases you can see a change in process, and many younger and younger women are dressing as they please in whatever they feel comfortable wearing.

We can’t hide that we’re foreigners so we don’t try. Walking down the street we routinely have people wave and exclaim ‘welcome to Morocco!’ If I’m alone it’s not uncommon for a single woman dressed somewhat conservatively to offer me a greeting (even my pitiful French will get me a smile and a nice exchange). Parents will often encourage their children to say hello to us. The two girls in the top picture marched right up to Trip in the souk (market) to introduce themselves and make friends. As different as we all are, there’s still something to share.

Assilah is a small town just a 45 minute train ride away from Tangier. Where Tangier is crowded and noisy, Assilah is about as mellow as it gets.

The entire interior of the medina is painted white, and artists come from all over to paint murals every season. Some are permanent, but many are painted over for something new every season. Enjoy the gallery….

There are cats everywhere you turn in this country. Most look healthy enough, though there’s no neutering or spaying going on based on the number of kittens. People do leave boxes for shelter, kibble and water, but there does not seem to be extensive veterinary care, and only the lucky survive. Here’s my gallery so far….

What better way to celebrate a birthday (aside from being in Morocco) than with lots of meat and couscous?! I still haven’t decided if my favorite dish is chicken couscous or lamb tajine, so we keep trying them both.

The waiter at Chez Ahlen made me want to learn how to pour tea, but I decided to just enjoy it rather than make the mess I know I would.

For an extra treat, I booked us a private hammam. The hammam is a public bath, where people gather, enjoy steam baths, and exfoliating rubs. It’s a sense of community as well as relaxation and personal hygiene. I’ve done public baths before, but they’re segregated by gender, so we splurged for a private hammam for just the two of us at La Tangerina, a local boutique hotel. After stripping and putting on disposable underwear, we were shown into a private ornately tiled steam bath. The attendant started showering us with buckets of crazy hot water, followed by a special black mud slathering. After that came an Olympic exfoliating session (I think I lost pounds in dried old sunscreen coming off), a massage, and a shower to finish it all off. Not bad for a birthday, eh?

Just like all of our other adventures since last year, Tangier is uphill (luckily only in one direction this time). The Medina (the old walled part of town) is a maze of alleys and streets that perpetually confuse both me and Google Maps (I’m earning my nickname of DoubleBack every day here).

The weather is warm but dry so we can wander for hours. In one gate, down and around some alleys, and out another. Shops and vendors are everywhere and your senses are overwhelmed quickly.

Playing tourist is hard work, so we stop for mint tea and coffee at the Hotel Continental, now a historic landmark overlooking the port.

Tangier as an overall city is not particularly attractive (the parks are beautiful but the modern architecture is boring and ugly), but we’re consistently pulled back to the buildings behind the original gates when it was a walled city and reinforced to defend against invaders.

We head a little bit out of the Medina to visit the Phoenician tombs. These graves, carved directly into the cliffs overlooking the Strait of Gibraltar, are some 3,000 years old. All of the remains have long been plundered, but the preciseness of the carving is remarkable to view. And then it’s time for more coffee. This time at the terraces of Cafe Hafa. Open since 1921, it has hosted the likes of the Beatles, Rolling Stones, William S Burroughs, and Paul Bowles, all of whom smoked hash here. We did not, though Trip has been offered several times.

Morocco is a country that requires a bit of patience for formalities and customs that tend to drive type A American personalities a bit crazy. Clearing into the country was the beginning. We arrived mid afternoon at the marina visitor’s pontoon, where they took our lines, secured the boat, and then we began the dance of marina paperwork, immigration paperwork, and customs paperwork. After being shuffled around a couple of offices, we were sent back to the boat and told to wait for more officials. A couple of hours later several men boarded the boat (the commandante in full uniform), took our flares and drone (both of which are not permitted in the country and are held till we leave). Everyone was very polite every step of the way, it was just a bit of disorganization and a lot of waiting for no clear reason. Ironically in that time we were given the Wi-Fi password and gate key cards, but no information whatsoever about the marina, town, or country. I can figure out anything with an internet connection, so once we had Wi-Fi I got to work.

I found directions to a phone store where we could buy a local SIM card for better internet access (only $10 for 10 GB!) and a local supermarket for provisioning. After that we were desperate for a drink, only to remember that Morocco, a Muslim country, does not serve alcohol in most establishments. Luckily Tangier is a pretty modern city, and we were able to get a couple of beers and some appetizers at a club just above the marina. Off to plan our Moroccan adventures!

For some unknown reason, Orcas (killer whales) have been interacting with sailboats in the last 3 years from the coast of France down through Portugal and Spain, and across to Morocco. They approach the boats and do anything from circling, to bumping the hull, to forcefully moving the rudder, to altogether breaking off the rudder (and at least two sailboats have been sunk – crew rescued though). It’s not entirely known why, though researchers think they are ’playing’ with the boats or potentially teaching the young how to fish for tuna (the rudder of a modern sailboat could potentially resemble the tail of a tuna and orcas bite the tail to prevent the fish from getting away).

Unfortunately we’re sailing directly through waters where boats have had interactions with serious damage done every day. Fortunately for us we have a boat bottom that is older and does not look like modern boats (particularly the rudder which is keel-hung rather than being separate), which may make us less of a target. Nonetheless, we had our orca tool kit ready. I had a rubber mallet to bang the hull (noise to make them leave), dish soap to pour in the water (might interfere with their echo location and again make them leave), and diver recall firecrackers as a last resort (bang in the water to make them leave). I’m happy to report the passage was uneventful, and I have way too much dish soap onboard now 😁.

The bigger issue for us was dodging big boat traffic entering and exiting the Med. I felt like we were playing the 80’s video game Frogger, dodging and weaving in between the big guys! And once it was over, Tangiers!

Update: the orca attacks continue daily. As we came into Tangier we heard a radio call from another sailboat reporting an ongoing attack. Just one day later, a boat was hit so hard it sank and the crew had to be rescued. What a frustrating situation…..

The Straits of Gibraltar is a relatively narrow body of water that marks the entrance to the Mediterranean. You need to carefully time your movement around the straight, avoiding any easterly winds that can make for a very uncomfortable ride. We found a weather window of three days with winds from the west, shifting to northwest, and then light and variable. We waited for the first day for seas to lie down. The second day we headed for Barbate, but hoped to get further. The swell was still substantial, but it was a good sail, and we made it to the anchorage in Bolonia, about 10 miles south of Barbate.

Oh how I wish we had an extra day here. The water was crystal clear like the Bahamas (I could watch the anchor and chain and not wonder where it lay). Right in plain view of the anchorage were the remains of a Roman amphitheater. Further down the beach was what is known to be the largest dunes in Spain, some 70 meters wide and 200 meters tall. In the distance we could see the famous Rock of Gibraltar. We could only admire from deck, as we needed to push on the next day with the last of our weather window.