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... still have to heft your backpack, get on that bus, mind your manners and try not to drool. I had lost my appetite, was thirsty like a fiend, had a sour stomach and the chills. I was pretty sure it was Ebola. Or Mad Cow.
That’s the thing – here we are so far from home and I have just been exposed to half a million people’s germs! And this is Africa! Of course all that is nonsense and everyone there ...
... It was a fairly large campsite resembling a piece of wasteland, either dirt or overgrown. Centrepiece was a large swimming pool which looked like it had not been used for several years, empty, with a sufficient gathering of dirt that it was successfully growing its own bed of weeds and decorated with an abundance of thrown plastic water bottles and other debris!
... that meant it would be a slow trip to motor against the flow.
Peter and I had decided to keep in touch on the VHF on channel 72 so we could share ideas on the way. It took some four hours before we cleared the entry exit zone before setting heading for the southwestern coast of Morocco. It was another two hours before we could turn off the engine and just sail. Rob and Laura were excitedly at finally getting under way after six days of shopping and helping me ...
... some people watching, not in any rush to exhaust the offerings of El Jadida. Finishing up my breakfast and making the most of the cafe's wi-fi, I headed out to explore the city.
The central focus of tourism in El Jadida is a UNESCO restored fortified Portuguese city equipped with an in tact cistern. This would be the one and only sightseeing stop for the day so I would try to make the most of all it had to offer. The walls of the old city were ...
... if it would have been in July (no Ramadan) but, at the same time, the harassment levels would have been through the roof so I'm probably fortunate to have been here now. In all honesty, the heat hasn't been half as challenging as I thought it would be, despite my cracks about air conditioning - you get used to it.
I'll miss the call to prayer.
But not breakfast.
See you soon!