Attacked by Flying Germans.....!!!!!!!!

I arrived in Torrevieja and anchored in the outer harbour only to be told within 5 minutes that this was not allowed and that I should go to the marina, which I did, when I woke in the morning there were about 5 boats anchored in the place I was so I concluded it was just a devious marina ruse to fill the coffers. This was just meant to be a brief stop and I was off again next day to Alicante, this was to be just a short run as I wanted to spend some time in Alicante, a city founded by the Romans and long occupied by the Moors, which is I believe very similar to Barcelona; I say I believe for, as I tried to book in to the Marina the sharp eyed receptionist who spoke perfect “cockney” sussed that my “insurance” document which you have to show at every marina just in case you damage something was completely bogus. She said adios and I had to implement plan B.
My insurance expired as soon as I crossed the channel and even though I had tried 3 or 4 companies no one would provide cover so I have been waving an old policy document which no one has queried, until now!
Plan B was to carry on another 20 miles up the coast to Villajoyosa which was a pretty enough place for a one night stop then back on the boat heading up the coast to Moraira which is my departure point for Ibiza. The first photo is taken from Moraira looking south and the hotels you can just about see in the middle are in Benidorm.
On the way to Moraira and as I passed the towering hotels of Benidorm I saw a German yacht sailing towards me…..no problem I could see him and he could see me….then as we were about 100m apart a pod of 5 or 6 dolphins appeared off his bow.. two women on his boat pointed and shouted and he, forgetting what he was doing, veered into my path….his foresail hid me from his view…..I had to take emergency action or I was going to be rammed by a much bigger boat…..I did an emergency 180deg gibe and put myself on a parallel course….he then realised that I was about somewhere…panicked and then having seen I had taken avoiding action showered me in apologies…phew!!!
I arrived in Moraira behind a French boat looking for a berth, he tied up at the last free space on the waiting pontoon and I saw him set off for the office on the far side of the marina; I called the office up on my VHF and was allotted the LAST free berth, this is their regatta week so everything is packed, and, having tied up, I watched the now disconsolate Frenchman walk back to his boat and leave the harbour. …today has been a good day only slightly spoiled by the fact I bought some Jif, or Cif, to clean a mark off the deck…..it did this so successfully that the patch I cleaned is so sparkly that the rest of the boat now looks dirty!!!! The second photo is of the marina in Moraira.
If the easterlies die out over night I will be setting off for Ibiza tomorrow, probably my last single handed sail, and, for the first time I got a little “I don’t want this to end” feeling in my stomach…..thankfully this turned out to be wind.