A Dutch flotilla arrives. Flotillas are notorious for wreaking havoc. We are not reassured of their competence when we see a man on the quay giving them instructions by VHF radio. Which wouldn't bother me if one of them wasn't mooring right beside us!
We ask around about where we could get showers, and are directed to a house up the hill covered in flowers. It's a B&B run by a man named Nitsa. Nitsa himself is tending his beautiful garden when we arrive. We tell him we will be back in 5, as we need to run to the boat to get our gear. We avail of his shower, and as we are leaving he gives Laura an egg freshly laid by one of his hens!
In the afternoon, the wind shifts to the East and starts blowing up. We are no longer sheltered and the wind is pushing us on to the quay. I notice that the Dutch boat is quite close to ours, but don't think too much of it (mistake!). We go for a stroll out past the ferry berth. We pass an old man heading for town. Then we notice a goat above him, up a steep cliff looking down over the road. We move in for a closer look, and suddenly the goat bolts down the cliff face and starts running towards town!
Hearing the bell, the man turns around and starts talking to the goat, trying to convince him to go back home. No sooner has he turned his back, and the goat starts heading for town again! This goes on for a long time until the man finally chases the goat back up the cliff, and off he goes to town.
When we come back to the boat, something is wrong. Our passerelle is half wet, and the stern of the boat is closer to the quay than when we left. The Dutch woman from the boat next-door says "I think your anchor has moved". I reply "Oh, is it dragging?". Her, not hearing my reply says "I said your anchor has moved!". Me: "I heard what you said!". I was quite peeved because I knew something had happened and that she wasn't telling the whole story.
As we prepare to leave the quay to reset the anchor, the man from the boat to our starboard side comes over and tells us that the Dutch boat had dragged it's anchor, was pushed onto ours, and our passerelle fell into the water. He had put it back for us. He also suggests that given the difficult conditions we should consider either rowing the anchor out in the dinghy or just pulling in a bit with the windlass and see if it digs in again. We take in a bit of chain and it holds! Phew, thanks!
Moments later a fender is seen floating in the water, next to our boat. Me: "Whose fender is that?". Eileen: "Um, I think it's ours!".
We go to a taverna on the quay for dinner, and today's special is "fresh fish". We ask about the fish, and the proprietor says "Why don't you come to the kitchen and take a look?". We go for a look, and he has 3 beautiful fresh sea bream. We choose the smallest one, and a short while later it is brought to our table having been grilled to perfection!
Not much sleep that night as I no longer have complete confidence in our anchor's holding, and we are being blown onto the quay.
Ooooh Logariasmos.
Log entry for Monday, 26/04/2010
Batteries: 1 (engine) = 12.6; 2 (domestic) = 12
Water: 1/2
Baro: 997 @ 15:45
Baro: 999 @ 23:00
In port (Fiscardo)
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