After a mix up with the marina reservation, we were re-directed to another location that was an official port of entry for the country. Luckily, they had space for us, but who knew that 2 places had the same name? After going 4 NM (a 1 1/2 to 2 hour detour) out of our way and into a restricted area before figuring it out, we made it into the correct marina right around 5pm.
Boy do they take security seriously and with our “little mistake” they were very concerned. We were greeted by 4 men (1 marina person, & 3 immigration guys, one with a 9mm handgun shoved in his back pants), and 1 women (customs/immigration specialist). After the initial passport checks, and boat search we were allowed into the marina to dock the boat. There we were to go through the more thorough process. The boat was completely searched and we all went through interviews on the dock. After about 3 hours, in which I made dinner for us all in between searches/interviews - we were starving- we were “okayed”. Now we just had to go check into the marina and retrieve our passports!
The port captain on duty was very kind and after an hour with immigrations doing final passport paper work, we were free to go about our business. Well, so much for having a day to explore the city. It was 9pm!
We made our way to the local pub, located on the pier as Carl and Brian were still in their foul weather gear, and celebrated. We had successfully crossed the entire Mediterranean- from the Straits of Gibraltar to Israel. This distance is almost the same as crossing the Atlantic, just to give you some perspective! And, we did this in winter. What were we thinking!!!!!
It was a well deserved beer for all and a great sense of accomplishment.