After a gentle start, we set off to explore Almeria. En route we said a sad farewell to Colin who reluctantly got into his taxi. He was sure Fiona would have been happy to let him stay!
Meandering around the narrow streets of the old town, we found the old spanish cathedral and the moorish fortress on the hill reminding us of times before the reconquestia. We left the harbour for San Jose, the almanac described a small fishing harbour, so we rang ahead in our best spanish to secure a berth. We motor sailed until the wind kicked in, after which we set off on a beam reach for Morocco until Russ remembered hus mum's strict instructions to avoid North Africa and we returned to Spanish shores.
Unnerved by the Gps indication that the harbour depth was not much more than a metre, we discovered a picturesque sandy bottomed bay next to the marina in which to anchor in along with six other yachts. We bbqed our spanish sausage as the sun went down, but not before Darren had set off for a refreshing 500m swim to the shore and scaled the hill near the bay (not to be defeated, Lesley and Andy followed shortly). Views were amazing.
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