Portugal we headed south and entered the country in Casablanca and tied up at the Casablanca Yacht Club a broken down, rat
infested floating dock in the corner of the busy commercial port, where there was one British boat, a small French yacht with
a family on board, and Vire Nord. Casablanca was smelly but very interesting and lively, a mixture of Arabic and French. We
left the boat there for a few days while we took the train inland to Marrakesh and the Haute Atlas mountains, again very colourful
and different. Then we sailed down the coast to 2 other Moroccan ports (no other yachts), before heading across to the windy
What an interesting place, from the Atlas Mountains to the busy souks (markets) - there was just not enough time to take
it all in. Fascinating.