Having arrived in the sweltering heat it soon became apparent that Monemvasia didn’t want us to leave. The wind changed to a strong Westerly, grew up into a boisterous teenager and went through full blown adolescence in the course of the following few days.
And so here we were. Pinned against the harbour breakwater with gusts of up to 50 knots rocking us over and slamming the cutlery drawer open and shut in the throes of a proper teenage temper tantrum. Thunder and lightning overhead have caused some yachts to lay chain from boat to sea bed to provide a possibility of earthing any strikes. All of us have put our electronic items in the oven!
One night we all watched anxiously as two charter boats with a large group of Russians aboard demonstrated a Charter boat cha-cha in the middle of the night. Poor things. They ended up side-to the very end of the pontoon in howling winds after some impressive midnight maneuverings.
The up side has been that we have met a great bunch of people. Some waiting to head south, some, like us, to head east.
There have been; Brits, French, German, Dutch, Polish. We have completed a Trash Tuesdays harbour plastic pick with everybody (Four large bags of plastic most of it in minuscule pieces, about 15kg in all) and had coffee and drinks on various boats. There was a breakwater party one evening and a barbecue the next. We have all been out for a meal to the T’Akrogiali taverna run by Tsakis, who is a delight, and whose Mama does all the cooking.
In between fending ourselves off the quay, we have had the chance to walk around the very pretty village of old Monemvasia (It is like a smaller and more rustic Dubrovnic) and do a circular walk around the jagged rock. We have restocked our provisions, gas and water supplies.
We have seen the giant loggerhead turtles that frequent the bay daily. They have distinct markings so we know it is the same two that return. They gracefully swim around and pop up from time to time for a breath. I was cutting Ian’s hair the other day whilst sitting on the back of the boat and one of them swam right under his toes.
Tomorrow the wind will have died down a little which means that:
A) We can actually get off the quay
B) We can sail most of the way to Milos, due east of here.
Of course, we will have to come back this way in order to sail back to MdR in Sicily. So far this year, despite the best laid plans, because of unfavourable winds, we have still seen very little of the Peloponnese, the Argolic gulf or the Saronic gulf.