Ceuta (Where the hell is that ?)
Apr 04, 2008
Jul 03, 2009
Admittedly they all seemed to have amazing dark olive tans and we did stick out like sore thumbs except for some horredously burnt eastern european guys, pink heads and all.
Ceuta is a Spanish enclave on the tip of Morocco opposite Gibraltar. It started as a beautiful day as we turn the corner into the straits of Gibraltar, light winds, spinnaker up, 11knots and a smooth ride. Our new crew members are feeling much better but unfortunately Shaz is not having caught a case of Moroccan Belly which lasted about 4 days. Ceuta is a resort like town with the marina right in the heart of it. It has a beach on one side that from a distance looks stunning but once on it was just like crusher dust mixed with cigarette butts. The water was a blue green colour and very clear unfortunately it was about 18 degrees and more like a winter swim in Victoria. So with no success at the beach we headed for a huge pool complex next to the marina, it was massive and filled with skimply clad women of all shapes and sizes. No one pieces in sight! Shaz kept wanting to tell the women that they had their bikinis on back to front until they turned around and the front they were even smaller again. Were are these fashions in Australia? Harri even got turfed out of the pool by the life saver for wearing a rash shirt and as we looked on amazed we realised that no one here wears one, or a hat and they look to be only rubbing in oil no protection. How different from home where 99% of the kids have a rashy on.