There was a lot of shipping about but we kept first to the north and then south of the direct line between the islands and so avoided any conflict. The breeze freshened up nicely, but also died off completely at times, and we had the pleasure of completely out-sailing a Moody 346 that appeared from the south during the latter part of the night. Sunrise over the Atlas mountains in Morocco was a spectacular sight. It was as well we saw it then because once the sun was up, the African coast was lost in haze and that was the nearest point.
|Gran Tarajal, with classic Fuerteventuran brown hill.|
Gran Tarajal was a pleasant, cheap, no-frills, convenient stopping point. The marina provides water and electricity but no shower or toilet. It is cheap however (€5.37 per night for Fettler) and shelter is good, though there is a surprising amount of surge. We particularly enjoyed the company of a French ship's cat, Sikaflex, who visited us several times and who was always on hand when help might be needed to deal with fresh fish. A friendly fisherman came by with a load of still-flapping mackerel-type fish one evening, a delicious meal for us and Sikaflex, though we cooked our share.
|Sikaflex, demonstrating how suitable the vessel is for cats.|
|After a fish snack, he condescended to come below.|
|Fuerteventuran coast by morning.|
|Sunset over Fuerte, from Isla los Lobos.|
|Isla los Lobos|
|The harbour at Arrecife. That's the shelter we like.|
|Clear water: the view over the side at breakfast.|