Monday, November 8, 2010

Building sturdy and large wooden fishing boats

Our luck was that we met up with a very enthusiastic and knowledgeable tourist taxi driver, by the name of Mantasif. He had lived both in Germany and the States for years and had been a taxi driver in both those places too. Now he is back in Agadir and very happy to be doing what he is doing.

We set out on Friday morning at ten o'clock, giving our First Mate Kim a ride into town. We were off on a day excursion all by ourselves to celbrate that in less than a year from now we will have been married for 25 years.
The first stop was close by, we had driven past this place in the dark the previous night and wanted to see in the daylight how people worked in this particular ship yard. A lot of the wood used here comes from 'Africa' as they said, any where outside Morocco, and it is sawed into lumber and shipped still in the original shape of the tree trunk. It was amazing, they were BIG trees, not little skinny ones. Beautiful hardwoods and had I had the room and had it been permissible I would have brought quite a few pieces home in the suitcase for spindles, that is for sure.

A truck load of eucalyptus wood, harvested somewhere not too far away in Morocco. Didn't have the chance to sniff it, or rather I was too busy looking and photographing to remember to use my nose right at that point, so I don't know if the wood has the same enticing scent as the leaves and the oil of the eucalyptus tree does.

One enormous fishing boat towering above us and really it was towering, they all were, each person looking small and diminutive beside these beauties.

And so the ship yard made First Mate Kim, Soren and I very happy, wood galore, building galore, what more can one ask for at the beginning of a warm and sunny day.

Another magnificent creature which I had to photograph since she was red, anything red goes I would say or orange or ..... as long as the colour is magnificently brilliant and bright.

An irresistibly cute smaller version, and in spite of the lack of colour on this baby I could still rejoice in the perfect shape of her rib cage.

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