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Sometimes I wonder why…

I am approaching my 8000th nautical mile and I am finally beginning to feel a little more relaxed on the boat. (Some of the time!)

Recently, we met some new friends, Bridget and Steve on Waxwing of Dartmouth, and inevitably the talk turned to traumatic times we have had to suffer.  It was then that Steve posed a taxing question.

‘Given the stresses and traumas experienced when sailing in the Mediterranean, what is it that we enjoy and what makes us want to continue with this adventure?’ he asked.

Hmmmm, I had to confess that I do sometimes wonder.

First and foremost, we have enjoyed learning massive amount along the way.

We have learnt:

  • To shut the seacocks in the bathrooms if we are sailing on a close haul or beam reach.   (Otherwise the water siphons up and floods the bathroom!)
  • That the wind is either blowing too hard, not at all or on the nose!
  • To wear shoes on board so that we don’t stub our toes.
  • To keep everything stowed properly whatever the weather.
  • To invest in head phones so we can communicate without yelling at each other, especially in stressful situations.
  • To put up the sun awning up when anchored or moored to try to keep cool.
  • To tie the anchor firmly to the bow when not in use.
  • To remember that the rising crescent moon looks very like a fast approaching sailing vessel.
  • To continue to be stunned by the awe-inspiring sight of the star filled sky.
  • To keep checking the weather forecasts.
  • To practise anchoring technique.
  • To investigate strange noises immediately To check the engine daily according to the RYA ‘wobble’ mnemonic.
  • To fill up with water, gas and diesel whenever possible.
  • To use technology,  (AIS – Automatic Identification of Ships, Radar or electronic charts) as an aid to navigation and sailing, but not the be all and end all!
  • To trust our instincts.
  • That sighting dolphins, turtles and starfish always lifts our mood.
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Since there is mostly just the two of us; and not to get schmaltzy; we have had to rely on each other when things get tough.  We have had to ‘man-up’ on occasions and are improving at staying calm under pressure.   We have had to think in different ways to solve numerous boat problems.

We have had to cook when leaning at a rakish angle.  We are constantly having to fix stuff.  Especially  toilets – often!  Generally something breaks every day.

 

 

 

 

Sometimes it is a simple fix, sometimes it is much more involved.  (As in; the Starboard shroud started to twist and break the other day so I had to carry 19.7kg of new ones back to the boat. )  We have had to use our initiative and think quickly or change plans rapidly to fit a new situation and make things safer.  For the most part, we have succeeded and that, in itself, brings a certain satisfaction.

It’s true, that you really don’t know what the day is going to throw at you when you wake up (Thanks are due to Sue and Malcolm on Sukama for their insight, which I think is bob on. ) and we are better at reacting and adapting our plans accordingly.  We have experienced  violent peaks and troughs of adrenaline during the course of our travels which  is oddly addictive.  Even if the peaks do make me awfully thirsty!

I am pleased to have had time to read,  to practise my Italian learning, and to play endless games of calming Scrabble.

I have been gratified to notice that people are making increasing efforts to limit plastic pollution in the seas (although still more can be done everywhere to reduce the amount of single use plastic being produced, used, bought and, ultimately, making its way to the sea).

We have been lucky enough to meet some really interesting and fun people.  The other day we were with a group of Greek,  French, Brit and Lebanese nationals which was really special.

We appreciate being part of a community of wonderful fellow sailors and live-a-boards who are always happy to share their spare parts, their experience, their assistance and useful advice on all sorts of boaty things.

We have met friendly, kind and accommodating local people almost everywhere.  We have eaten some amazing food and cheeses from local producers.  We have drunk some world-class wines, some mediocre wines and, occasionally, the truly awful – but it has all been fun!

We have visited some interesting places and seen lots of piles of old stones and enough amphora to sink a ship!

Keira and her friend Sammy.

We have had great times making memories with new friends, visiting  old friends and faaaaamily.

All of these factors combined have helped to make life enjoyable and to make the stressful times worth coping with.

 

 

Heading north (and parking with a long line ashore for the first time this year.)

Arriving in Kalo Limeni.

We left Sami harbour, waved to Stavros and sailed north.  We decided to stop off in Kala Limeni; a little bay with a farmstead of goats, cows, sheep and olive trees; since the weather was increasingly settled and it is a beautiful bay.  The tinkling of the cows bells offers an interesting accompaniment to the scenery.  This also happens to be the site of one of my most lucrative fishing sessions a couple of years ago!

Looking north east towards Ithaca, the birthplace of Homer, apparently.
Fiskardo, North Cephalonia.

 

 

 

 

 

 

We had two glorious days there, but no fish!  Then drove a little further north to Fiscardo.  Here we ‘parked’ with long lines to the north shore.

This process involves me having to get into the dinghy and drive to the shore.  I have to jump out of the dinghy on to sharp rocks covered with sea urchins and attach a line to a useful rock (or ring, if we are lucky) using a chain and fireman’s hose to prevent chafe.  I have to ensure that I don’t let go of the dinghy in all of this as that would be most distressing.  I hop back into the dinghy and push away from the sharp rocks. I then coil said line in the bottom of the dinghy so that it pays out over the front of the dinghy without snagging on anything.  Gradually, I reverse back to the boat whilst Ian simultaneously reverses Linea and lets out the anchor and chain.  The idea being that we meet at the point just before I run out of line!

He then takes the line on to a winch and pulls us back so that the anchor chain becomes taut and the line is holding us in position and we can’t swing.

I find it quite challenging although I am getting much better.  It is fairly nerve racking for me especially if it happens to be windy and I have to cope with painter, line, knot-tying, dinghy, outboard motor, gears and steering.  Good job I can walk and chew gum at the same time.  It’s a bit like tapping your head and rubbing your tummy at the same time – only more stressful.

The highly recommended Footpaths of Erissos. Well-marked and delightful walks around Fiskardo and the headland to the west.
With paths, drystone walls, deciduous trees and limestone pavements one would be forgiven for thinking that this was Yorkshire. Well, its like The Shire, but HOTTER!!!!

On our second day in Fiscardo, we enjoyed a morning of watching charter yachts conducting anchor knitting as they left their moorings.

 

Ian went to the assistance of a few who were struggling but I finally managed to persuade him that all would be well without him.  We left the boat and set out to complete one of the walking routes from Fiscardo.

We decided to do the one called Battery.  It is a 10km hike through forests and was absolutely stunning.

 

 

 

A little church and graveyard in one of the villages near Fiskardo.
A defunct olive press and mill stones from an old mill just lying around.

I popped into a fishing tackle shop on the way back to the boat and the owner assured me that the lure I was about to buy for E20 would be the BEST for catching tuna.  I bought it!  Now we have invested in a new BBQ to cook the fish, a gaff hook to land the fish, a filleting knife to prep the fish, secateurs to cut the fins off the fish, gardening gloves to haul in the line and a very expensive lure.

Total catch – a big fat ZERO.

Back at the boat we had a cooling swim, a well-deserved beer and a curry.  Bliss!

Vliko bay on the east coast of Levkas. A hurricane hole and massive anchorage all about 6m deep. Perfect!

Today, we have sailed nicely to the North east across the bay towards Meganisi and Levkas.  We decided to investigate a huge enclosed bay called Vliko on the east side of Levkas. There is an enormous anchorage where some boats safely spend the winter.  This would be perfect for us as the forecast is for winds up to 28kts from the Southeast tonight.

Unforthunately we dragged our anchor at about 2200h so things were a little frantic til we had reset it.

Nxt day we left for anchorage on the east side of Meganisi but it didn’t look very inviting so we doubled back and anchored in Kalo Elia, which was very pretty.

We were up and out early (due to some noisy strimming ashore) and headed round to Spartakhori on the north coast of Meganissi.   We found a spot bows to the south quay.  We enjoyed a walk up to the Chora later in the afternoon with friends Lars and Anna on Odin (from MDR) and after that we had supper at the restaurant near the boat, by way of ‘payment’.  it was delicious.

Next day, trawling the tuna lure again (NO FISH), we arrived in Vathi on Ithaca and anchored at the head of the bay.  It is delightful and colourful place with noticeably more noise than other anchorages but it is still a very pleasant and sheltered spot.

Over the next couple of days the plan is to head gradually south to Zakinthos from where I am flying home for a week or so to sort out the house and tenants.

When I return Keira will join us for a couple of weeks.  Then in July, Erin and Josh will be with us too.

The faaaaamily will be together again.

Around Cephalonia

The quay at Argostoli looking south towards the market and causeway.

After saying a fond farewell to the Heanes, we set about some jobs.  As soon as we were filled with water and provisioned up we set off for Vathi.  Once out in the bay around the Argostoli headland, we realised that the best sailing would be to the south, so changed our plan and headed down to Ay Nikolaos Bay, on the north east corner of Zante, one of our favourite places in the Ionian.

Looking North East from the beach at Ay NiKolaos, Zante.
Ian busy creating rope loops. His new favourite hobby.

We were helped by the delightful Costas and moored against the town quay.  However, strong-ish winds were pressing us against the concrete so we decided to anchor instead.  Costas whizzed out in his boat and offered us a mooring.  We swung there happily for two days in winds up to 28kts.  It is a gorgeous spot in the bay.  The water is crystal clear, and there is a nice walk south along the road overlooking the coastline.

Next stop was Sami back on Cephalonia.  We had hoped to be able to go alongside the large north quay but were allocated a spot near the root of the south mole which was a bit tight to get into and to put down enough chain.  We felt happier after our third attempt.  Neighbours helped with the lines and soon we were all set.

The light and stunning waters Lake Melisanni.

We paid for two nights here and organised car hire for the next day so that we could go and explore a little.  Next morning, we set off to see the semi underground Lake Melissani.  We walked down the tunnel towards a little rowing boat sitting there to take us on a short tour round the lake.  Who should be sitting in that very boat but friends Laura and Steve Brown our friendly Texan pals from Marina di Ragusa.  Now, that’s what I call serendipity.  (And we had parked next to them in the car park!)  We decided to hook up for the day and set off to Sami for our morning coffee.

Fancy seeing you here!! Steve and Laura Brown on Orontes II

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ian, Steve, Stavros and me in the lovely Faros Restaurant in Sami.

Our task in Sami was to find Stavros from Faros Restaurant on the front and say hello from The Two Gees.    We had a lovely chat with Stavros and gave him all Glen and Gwen’s news.

 

Looking north towards Assos on west coat Cephalonia.

We then drove to Myrtos beach and swam in the turquoise water beside a beach that looked to be made up of mint imperials.  On closer inspection they were perfectly rounded limestone pebbles, polished and smoothed by the constant wear from being dashed in the winter waves.

The breath-taking coastal road is cut into the steep slopes along the North Western side of Cephalonia and we swept along gasping at the colours and breathing in the heady scent of the island flowers and plants.

We dropped down to Assos and had a little wander around. Realising that we hadn’t had lunch we stopped off and enjoyed a shared mese dish and had a cold beer each  in the most heavenly of settings.  Assos is an almost enclosed bay surrounded by tree covered hills and prettily coloured houses running down to the shore.  There is a Venetian Fort on the headland to the west.  The village had an almost Cornish look to it.  It was a quiet and unassuming spot.

From here we headed our separate ways and wished Steve and Laura fair winds as they  head  towards the Corinth Canal in a few days.

That evening we had delicious lamb chops cooked on the barbecue at Faros restaurant and more chats with the laconic Stavros.

The next day we drove up into the hills to the south of Sami and were once again bowled over by the beauty of the island.

Malta to Cephalonia, Greece

Having analysed the weather yet again, no amount of re-looking could make it show what we wanted to see.  There was just no chance that we could set off for Cephalonia with the predicted low pressure system steaming in to give us a proper beating.

We decided to change the plan in the hope that the low would move out of our way.

So, we headed for Porto Palo on the south coast of Sicily.  We had a fairly good sail north and arrived in good time.  We anchored in the bay in among many of our friends from MdR who had recently left the marina, it being close to the end of the month and the start of May prices!

The next day we headed in the direction of Syracuse.  At least if the weather forecast didn’t change Chris would be able to return home from Catania.

We had a very pleasant sail up the coast and arrived late afternoon.  Despite their being heaps of space on Quay 11 – the Town Quay, we were not given permission to go there.  We were told to anchor off.

David and Chris went ashore and Ian invited Gwen and Glen from Pardella over for drinks.   It was good to catch up.

Glen and his new book.
Our favourite restaurant in the market area of Ortigia.

The next day the wind was due to really pick up from the South West in the afternoon.  We decided to go ashore and have lunch near the market with the two Gees.  It was such fun and ended up being quite lengthy!  Needless to say, by the time we returned to the marina pontoon, the wind was whipping the waves across the bay and not only would it have been wet to go across the bay to the boat, it would have been dangerous.

Luckily, kind people on the pontoon offered to put us all up.  We stayed on Pardella and David and Chris on  on their neighbours’ (Diane and Fred) boat.  It was a noisy night with waves smacking the bow and lines creaking as the pontoon bucked!  We had to leave Linea all alone out there and just hope that the anchor was well dug in.

Waves crash over the pontoon of the marina, Syracuse.
Dismal weather in Syracuse.

Next morning, the wind was still lashing the pontoon.  All the boats that had been moored on the Town Quay had left in the night to anchor off.   Linea was still out there.

It continued to be wild.  Finally, at about 1800hrs we managed to get the dinghy engine started and Ian and Chris went back to the boat to retrieve Chris’ things so he could fly home the next day.

David, Ian and I made it back soon after saying goodbye to Chris, had a quick supper and retired to bed.

We decided on an early departure in the morning so that we would have some chance of arriving in Cephalonia before Angela and Lizzie had to go home!!

Me, Ian and David.

We put the sails up in Syracuse Harbour and sailed for 50 hours.  The sea was unpleasantly swelly for the first 36 hours but gradually began to calm down as we approached Cephalonia.

Some miles off shore, we could smell Cephalonia’s unique flora.  The heady combination of wild  sage, juniper, pine and cypress trees and flowering jamine.  It is the most fragrant isle.

We lowered the sails once we were inside the dog leg to Argostoli having made a record Ionian crossing time for Linea.   (We had trawled a fishing line the entire way, however, and managed only to catch a bit of seaweed!)

Ang, Ian, David and Lizzie.

We moored stern to the town quay and put the boat to bed.

 

 

 

Nothing beats and gyros and Mythos! One happy man!

 

By 1200hrs we were having a well earned chicken gyros and a Mythos beer in town with Angela and Lizzie.

 

 

 

 

 

Tired Capitan!

But we were all very tired.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

Barbecue on board. Fresh tuna (not ours!!!) prawns and mackerel.

So good to be back in Greece.

 

 

 

 

More of Malta

Our first view of the impressive silhouette of Valetta.

After leaving Comino Island and Gozo we headed into the northern section of Valetta’s harbours, Sliema Bay, and attached to an enormous mooring buoy.

One of the many vintage items around Valetta.
Beautiful fountain.

Once settled, we took the ferry across to Valetta peninsula and walked through the charming streets, with gorgeous sights unfolding around every corner.

Our destination was the Mediterranean Conference Centre where we were hoping to be able to obtain tickets for a sold out performance of Tchaikovsky’s violin concerto – which we love!

Bocci players in action.

Meanwhile, we watched a match of Bocci – a kind of Boule, only more vicious! – being played down the water front.  The players were highly skilled.

Once back at the concert hall,  we were asked to wait in the foyer of the incredible St John’s Knights Hospital building and once all ticket holders had taken their seats we were ushered into the stalls and enjoyed the performance for FREE!

War memorial. The Peace Bell overlooking Grand Harbour. The people of Malta were jointly awarded the George Cross for their valour and bravery during the Second World War.

After that special treat we were on a high.

The next day we walked around to the Marina to check the position of our berth and had a bit of an explore.  We then met up with David Mather, a pal from MdR,  (who had kindly brought a parcel from Sicily for us) for a coffee in Marks and Spencer’s.

The view from Ta’x Biex across towards the Valetta Isthmus.

Later, we motored into Msida Marina and parked up with the able assistance of the delightful marineros. Lovely.

Next day, we hired a car and after refilling the dive tanks we set off to explore the island.  We drove south to Marsaxlokk and enjoyed a coffee on the sea front.  We popped into visit the brother in law of my friend Jane Blanshard at his restaurant in Birzebuggia.

The bridge and gate across to Mdina.

After consulting our Malta expert, Paul Brennan we headed up to Mdina.

The view from the roof terrace of the Xara Palace hotel.

What a beautiful town with outstanding views across Malta and far out to sea.

 

 

We found the Xara Palace Hotel, as instructed, and stayed for a bite to eat and a glass of wine.

Soon it was time to head back via Lidl to stock up for our crew.

The stalwart Crew.

They duly arrived and by noon we were in the Mamma Mia restaurant tucking into a fabulous pile of pasta.

On the Sunday after preparing meals for the crossing and completing other prep,  we explored the walls and turrets of Valetta and gazed out at the Grand Harbour and the cruise ships moored in there.

One of the many beautiful villas along the Slima harbour front. Most of them are embassies.

We had hoped to see a game of Bocci  but there was no game on, so we had to settle for a beer in the Bocci Club Bar instead!