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Alice and Ian’s re-introduction to sailing!!

With our new crew here to do all the work in the form of rope pulling and winching we were soon sailing along.  It took us three hours to cover the 12 miles between Tinos and Syros. We sailed into Ermoupolis Harbour, Syros passing by the recently re-opened and working Nerion boatyard,  at about 1700h and were pleased to see that Thannassis, the most stylish harbourmaster in the Med, was there to welcome us back!

We had a quick stride around this beautiful town and went out for dinner with the gang from Fly the Coop.  Later, we were treated to a free Jazz Concert

The theatre modeled on La Scala, in Syros.

in the pretty theatre which is modeled on La Scala.

 

 

 

 

We were up early the next morning because we had people to see.  The previous afternoon, Ian had scooted across the bay to the boat yard to collect a fender that we had lent to a dutch sailor whilst we were in Tinos.    By chance, Ian saw that our friend, Robert Brons, on Saquilla was once again back in Syros, too.   Robert was not around at the time but later we contacted him by phone and agreed to meet up.

We also wanted to go and see Georgios and Stamatis who fixed the boat last year.

It was so nice to see Robert and catch up on all his news, if only briefly.

We bid fond farewells to Bryn and Jill and their gang the following morning and set off on a long sail south to Serifos.  We anchored in the bay at Livadhi in winds of about 3kts.  It was calm enough to have a wonderful BBQ.

Next morning, the wind had picked back up to the usual 20 odd knots and, as we attempted to leave the bay, the main halyard managed to get itself wrapped around the deck light that is attached to the mast.  We freed it finally by using what I had thought were long-forgotten ribbon flicking techniques from my rhythmic gymnastics days.

So, we were off.  We had a very lumpy sail directly downwind to Milos.  It was very tiring trying to keep the sails filled and to cope with the wallowing.  Alice and Ian kept us amused with comical quips and references;

The Genoa….’Do you know her?’

The Vang… Release Van Gogh.

Same ting, same ting…

Winch ‘andull…

We arrived and parked up on the town quay with a number of other boats waiting for a weather window to cross to the Peleponnese.

An ancient theatre on the hillside near Plaka, Milos.
The view across from one peninsula to the other on Milos.
The moulded ‘tuff’ rock formed from layers of volcanic ash and mined for its kaolin content.
The Ians study an ancient marble column

On Thursday, we explored the island by car.  It has some of the best beaches we have seen in the Aegean.  Once out of the wind it was lovely and warm.  We visited the spectacular lunar landscape of Sarakiniko  where layers of volcanic ash have been moulded and sculpted by wind and waves.  There have also been galleries, carved in the rock, from when the ash was mined for its kaolin content.

The pretty village of Klima as close to the water as it could be.

 

Back on board we had energy for rustling up a Thai red curry and competing for the coveted title of Articulate Champions!

 

The wind seems to want us to stay put here in Milos but Alice and Ian had to make their way back to Mykonos.  They caught the ferry to Santorini from where they can get back to Mykonos in time ready for their flight on Saturday.

The Crucial Crew!

It’s been great fun once again!

Challenge ALICE!!

We discovered that Alice and Ian Daggett would be arriving in Mykonos on the same flight as Bryn and Jill’s friends and family, so, thinking that it would be good if they could share a taxi and travel by ferry from Mykonos to Tinos to meet us all, we decided to connect them together.

However, the idea soon evolved into a ‘Challenge Anneka’ kind of event!

We sent Alice and Ian pictures of John and Cheryl.

We then told Alice that she would have to find them at the airport in Manchester or on the flight, by whatever means necessary. She would then have to introduce herself to them and gain their trust.

Since they would not know ANYTHING about the challenge they might, understandably, be a little suspicious.

We gave her snippets of information about John and Cheryl to help her convince them.

John and Cheryl could then explain to Alice and Ian how they could find us, since they knew where Bryn and Jill were.

On arriving at the airport, Alice and Ian happened to go into the same restaurant as John and Cheryl and immediately sighted their targets!  Alice approached them as they tucked into their full English.  After initially astonishing them both with her seemingly psychic knowledge, they soon established the common link.  They then discovered that they were seated in consecutive rows on the plane!

 

 

They arrived on the ferry in Tinos at about 1600h, having had a very bouncy ride across in the strong winds.

We were delighted to see our most frequent visitors again.  For once, the boat wasn’t broken, and sailing could well be the order of the day!

The carpeted road along which devoted believers CRAWL on their hands and knees all the way to the church at the top of the hill in which the famous Virgin Mary icon is said to bestow healing powers.
The crowds waiting to see the icon.

After a quick explore around the town of Tinos in the morning, where we saw devotees on all fours proceeding along the ‘Crawl-Way’ which is a carpeted track along the road.  It takes them (albeit slowly) up to the icon of the Virgin Mary in the church.  (Knee pads are available/essential!)

The icon is said to have healing qualities, for believers, obvs.

Along the street, there are many stalls selling masses of long candles and all kinds of other religious artifacts.  Things like, plastic bottles to collect holy water; crucifixes; rosary beads; pictures; embossed metal plaques, etc.

We couldn’t quite believe how many people were there are on  Sunday morning.

BUT, if you have crawled up the street to get there, luckily you get to crawl up between everyone’s legs to the front of the queue!!!

We departed with Ian and Alice at about 1300h as the winds had died down to a mere 28kts and SAILED all the way to Syros.  The Capital of the Cyclades.

Wah Hey!

Our 40th Island in Greece and 39 years since I was first here!

The cathedrals and churches of the Chora above and the pretty coloured houses of Klima on the shore of Nisos Milos.

We left Milos after an informative morning at the Mining Museum and headed to an anchorage about 15 miles east.  We anchored over incredible sand and enjoyed some snorkelling.  We saw a wide variety of fish and even an octopus.

The jagged pyroclasticfloe rocks of Nios Poliagos.

Next day, we headed to Ios in the southern Cyclades and arrived bang on our ETA.

We anchored in Milapotas Bay over white sand and clear waters.  We discovered that Keira and her group of hen party friends were staying very close to the bay so we met up for a beer in the evening.

It was so great to see them all.

The view through the arched door of Port Ios

The following day Ian and I took a bus to Ios port and I tried in vain to orientate myself with my 39 years old memories.  It all seemed to have changed quite a bit.  There are certainly lots more buildings in the bay to the north and the dirt road as was, is now a proper road.

Church of Port Ios headland.
One of about 7 seven old windmills at the top of the CHora

We walked up to the Chora (litter picking the plastic debris on route as it is Trash Tuesday again) and had a wander round.  It wasn’t quite as charming as I remembered although there were some pretty bougainvillea shrouded squares, bonny churches and old windmills.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me and Steph in Crete 2011

Of course, we had a pitta gyros and toasted my best friend, Stephanie Minto, with whom I shared a good few gyros during that summer of ’79.

 

 

Meanwhile, there was lots of communication back and forth between us and Erin as her plans for her plans for Grandma’s 80th birthday trip to Wimbledon came to a head.  Her source for tickets didn’t work out; then Grandma missed her train.

But it all worked out alright in the end and they are about to crack a bottle of wine on Henman Hill !

It was a massive amount of organisation for Erin to do whilst working many hours at the restaurant too.  She sorted travel, accommodation, transport to Wimbledon, parking, tickets, picnic and even strawberries and cream.

What a fantastic memory making day!

Sun shining through the pretty church tower.