You've
survived 60 knots winds entering Hout Bay and on your second day in
the marina there are gun shots on the wharf.
We'd
spent an hour in the yacht club using the Wi-Fi and on leaving we
hear pop pop sounds coming from the area on the jetty where a salvage
company are raising a sunken trawler. People on the balcony of the
yacht club beckon us back inside the security gates and we watch an
altercation between police in flak jackets and some very angry local
men.
The
story we learned later was as follows. The salvage team had divers
in the water when a large rib belonging to abalone poachers roared
past where they were working. The salvage team called the police who
arrived ready for serious work. The police used their rib to
confiscate the poachers rib and as they were towing the boat away
rocks, iron bars were thrown at the police, a flare gun appeared and
the police retaliated with shots, probably rubber bullets, fired over
the heads of the antagonists on the dock.
Welcome
to Hout Bay, a not so sleepy fishing port.
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