In the bar of Crater bay marina on Nosy be Madagascar I meet world-sailor Stephan. He tells me: your boat cannot not stay here. Every year from December to May cyclones develop below the equator and often hit Madagascar. Some pass west of Madagascar through the Mozambique channel and may hit Nosy Be. So do not leave your boat there.
Tanga in Tanzania is a safe place to leave your boat and it is out of the cyclone belt. Tanga is a week away, an easy downwind passage this time of year, the South monsoon season.
First step, to clear out of Madagacar the ship must go to Hell Ville port. Pulled up the anchor, set the sail, here we go… Mmmm…very shallow, nearly ran aground. But my correction was in time, disaster avoided. This happens a few times before I arrive in Hell Ville port. Stop the ship, ready to drop anchor. But the anchor winch seizes after dropping 5m of chain into the water. It is stuck somewhere in the anchor locker. I rush inside, open the watertight door in the front cabin to get access to the anchor locker and manage to untangle the anchor chain.
At anchor in the port now, dinghy in the water, some young guys on shore look after my dinghy and help me through the procedures: customs office both in the port and in town, immigration, port autority and police. A lady police officer stamps my clearance papers and says: I want to marry you, can I come with you? I blush, shy, don’t not know what to say. Finally I smile and thank her. Bye Nosy Be, hope to see you again, Indian Ocean here I come!
Dinghy on board, anchor up, thsi time no issues, I pass Crater Bay marina one more time the go North through the Mozambique channel, beam reach on a steady seabreeze. The land slowly disappears: Now its just me, the wind and the blue ocean. The sun disappears slowly into the sea and the moon and stars come. This is the first night on the ocean on my own ship!
The night passes and the next day and evening. Near the French island Grandes Glorieuses now. I put the sails down and go to sleep. The South east monsoon wind blows the ship away from the island so there is no risk of running aground. At dawn I see the island: a small deserted piece of land overgrown by palm trees and bushes somewhere in the Indian Ocean.