In Mossel Bay it turned out that just today that the yacht club which is responsible for managing space in a tiny marina is closed. Since the harbour authorities couldn’t find any space for me – (much more yachts sail rather through The Cape of Good Hope then through the Red Sea, and there are more people who are on a cruise) – I decided to keep sailing. I was mad at myself that I had stopped and wasted so much of “the good weather time”. I was trying to enter this fishing harbour just to get some fuel… In response to my overheard conversation with a captain (during which I couldn’t help myself to express my opinion about “how things are here”), the police asked me not to move as they were going to escort me. I was waiting. I wasted 3 more hours because they didn’t turn up. My mate who was in the marina asked me through the radio why I was standing so far from the harbour heads… It turned out that my anchor didn’t hold the ship properly. Good I was on the yacht and was able to pull it in and move the yacht further from the rocks… no comments. Another yacht came and pulled its pontoon onboard. I asked them to give me a lift to the coast because somehow I couldn’t reach any agreement with the local authorities. So I went to the officer on duty, because there was a space in the marina as it turned out later – it greeted me: oh, it’s you… but the whole thing ended up in a very friendly way… First of all, I went to a sailing shop to check on the weather conditions. I met a person there, who had made lots of “yachts deliveries” on this coast. He advised me to set off straight away… on my way to the yacht I went shopping for some fresh goods, which I had forgotten about in the previous harbour. The police not only gave me a ride back to the yacht but took me to the petrol station as well. This was great. I really like South Africa and the people there. So I’m sailing. It’s important that I circle Cape Aquallas during the day because there’s going to be lots of ships around. It’s still 50miles to go…