Our passage from Madagascar to South Africa was both uneventful and
remarkable. We made the 1,242-mile
passage in just slightly over 8 days, arriving in Richards Bay very late in the
evening on the 4th of July.
We had a mixed bag of conditions ranging from flat calm to 35 knots but
no rain or storms. The remarkable
portion of the trip, as we were told by others, was that we were able to make
it without stopping to allow weather systems to pass, which is the usual
situation when transiting the Moçambique Channel in the dead of
winter. Several of other boats in our ‘fleet’
had to take refuge in poorly protected areas while the low pressure cells
marched up the Channel.
After securing a berth at the
Zululand Yacht Club, we arranged to have Rutea
hauled out. Since we were planning on
spending time in California, we prefer to have the boat out of the water as it
typically means there are less potential problems. The operative word here is ‘typically’ as the
haul-out facilities at Zululand Yacht Club are primitive at best. Unlike all the other yards at which we’ve
hauled, Zululand uses a series of wooden poles to support the boat (they’ve
only lost one boat, they report). I
begged for something more substantial and was able to secure four heavy steel
supports that gave me more confidence that the boat would be okay while we were
gone.
Hamerkop |
While we were still in
Madagascar, we broke one of our cardinal rules:
Never Set a Deadline While Cruising.
However, when we stumbled across very low fares from Durban to San Diego
with a very convenient stop in the UK, we couldn’t resist. Lucky for us we were able to make the flights
without any problems but we scolded ourselves roundly just the same. Our visit home was absolutely delightful, our
stop in the UK to see Ian and Sean unforgettable and our side trip to Denver to
see Taylor and Ken was magical. Before
we left San Diego, we celebrated a world-class Thanksgiving, albeit a month
early.
Once back aboard Rutea, our priority was to get her back
in the water so we could start planning our trip around the southern end of
South Africa. Careful planning is
required as the weather at this latitude can be extremely rough – they don’t
call it the Cape of Storms for nothing.
Part of the problem is the Algulhas Current, which runs south from the Moçambique Channel at up to 7 knots and meets the ferocious
southwest winds that come up from Antarctica.
This can create very big seas and even ‘rogue waves’, hence the other
name for the stretch of coast line: The
Shipwreck Coast. Before we left Richards Bay,
our very close friends, Beth and Norm from Vancouver, made the extremely long
flight to visit us. We have indelible
memories of cruising with them in the South Pacific and having them aboard Rutea was a special treat. Not only are they expert cruisers but they’re
fun, warm and very generous. Mark and
Rosie from Merkava joined us for
another safari to iMfolozi and Hluhluwe Game Reserves – the six of us together
was just way too much fun.
We had the ‘privilege’ of
experiencing some of the winds that we were concerned about. At one point, we saw a gust to 52 knots but
the Harbor Control in Richards Bay said they saw 65. The neighboring marina at Tuzi Gazi was
loaded with foreign boats and many of their docks couldn’t handle the
combination of the yachts and wind – several of the docks buckled and some
boats were damaged.
When a weather window opened
that we felt comfortable with, we left Richards Bay with some regret. We felt very safe in Richards Bay as it’s
primarily a small industrial port with very little crime. Still, we were warned never to walk outside
at night, only select a taxi with a white driver and avoid large groups of
blacks. It was horrifying to us that
this level of racism existed in a first world country and we were never sure if
this was just ‘talk’ or if we were actually in danger if we didn’t follow the
advice. We do know that the crime
problem in South Africa is horrendous and it takes a level of awareness that
exceeds what we’re used to in Southern California.
Regardless, leaving Richards
Bay on the evening flood tide, we soon found a northerly breeze that allowed us
to head first south and then southwest.
Skipping Durban, we made our way to East London, where we arrived about
48 hours later, dropped our hook and took the dinghy into the local yacht
club. Here we were again given warnings
about safety and precautions but we felt pretty comfortable where we were
anchored. East London is a good-sized
city and the secure harbor is where the local Mercedes-Benz manufacturing
facility loads the C-class cars onto a specially-designed freighter for their
transportation to the USA. We watch as
thousands of these shiny beauties were driven onto the ship in an extremely
well-coordinated fashion that took all of a single afternoon.
Once another weather window
opened, we made our way to Mossel Bay, arriving in 30 knots of southeast
wind. The anchorage in Mossel Bay is
very exposed to any wind with an easterly component and we knew we’d be
miserable at anchor. When I called Port
Control for permission to enter, I asked if there was any place for us inside
the breakwater, which is reserved for fishing vessels. Much to my surprise, Port Control said to
come on in and they’d make a space for us.
It was no easy task to maneuver Rutea
close enough to the huge concrete jetty with the large tractor tires being used
as fenders but what was harder still was for Ruthie to get from the deck onto
the jetty or even one of the tires while holding onto a dock line. Fortunately, a police van had driven out on
the jetty and four big, strong policemen grabbed our lines – at the time, we
didn’t know they had come out to check our passports and visas. They were very nice and told us that Mossel
Bay was a very safe town. Our good
friends on the Najad 38, Amigo, ,
rafted up to us shortly thereafter – all four of us felt smug that we were in a
safe, calm harbor while the wind raged.
Cape St. Blaize |
Swartberg Pass |
About six cruising boats had
gathered in Mossel Bay and even though we were thoroughly enjoying the warm
hospitality of the Mossel Bay Yacht Club, we all needed to move on. After watching carefully for another 48 hours
without any westerly winds, we weighed anchor early on the 13th of
December and steamed out of Mossel Bay.
Our course would take us around the most southern point of Africa – Cape
Agulhas – and it has a nasty reputation.
As it turns out, we needn’t have worried. There was no wind at all and we wound up
motoring almost the entire way to Simon’s Town in False Bay.
Mark and Rosie from Merkava were standing on the dock at the
False Bay Yacht Club, ready to catch our dock lines. It was wonderful to rendezvous with them
again and we made plans to spend Christmas and New Year’s together. They had rented a car so we went on many
expeditions with them, seeing sights, buying boat parts and tasting wine. Not only does South Africa produce some
fabulous wines but the exchange rate of about ZAR15 equaling one US dollar,
makes them a bargain. Very good wines
can be purchased for under 40 rand – at the current exchange rate, that’s about
US$2.45. In fact, this made visiting
South Africa an amazing value. I know
people thought I was crazy when I would tell the bartender to keep the change
when I bought a ZAR13.50 beer and offered a 20-rand note – way too big of a
tip! But, hell, I thought, the beer was
only 82 cents American and the tip was less than 40 cents! I shudder to think about what would happen to
me if I left a 40-cent tip in the US! My
sympathies go out to the South African people who’s currency has devalued so
badly but it sure makes visiting South Africa desirable for North Americans or
Europeans.
We eventually left all our
cruising friends at the False Bay Yacht Club and made our way around Cape Point
and the Cape of Good Hope, getting a berth at the Royal Cape Yacht Club. Here we’re making the final preparations for
our next passage which will be to Namibia.
The wind howls here, for weeks on end, and 30- to 40-knots is
common. We’re looking for a lull so we
can get Rutea out of the marina
without hitting anything!