Saturday, 24 April 2010

Little Vathi -> Sivota

A lazy Saturday morning in Little Vathi. Breakfast in the cockpit. Dan arrives around 10:00 AM. We prepare the boat, and head out towards a nearby cupcake-shaped island to do some anchoring practice. We take turns helming and raising and lowering the anchor. Dan explains that the beautiful turquoise-blue colour is a sign of danger, because it means shallow water.

Then we head around to Abelike Bay to try long-lining. Dan and I stay on the boat to set the anchor while Eileen and Laura take a line ashore in the dinghy. We set the anchor and start backing towards them, but they are fiddling with the line around the tree. Five minutes later and they still don't have a bowline around the tree! Eventually they manage to tie some kind of a knot and bring the line out in the dinghy.

Eileen and I sample a drop of ouzo while Dan and Laura take the dinghy to a nearby beach.

Dan and Laura return to the boat, and we have a bite of lunch. Dan starts telling us about how much he loves the fresh-cooked squid in Greece. Laura is grossed out and the word "squid" is banned. Dan continues talking about how much he loves fresh-cooked "thing".


Dan keeps teasing Laura, and Laura says to him "I know why you tease me all the time. It's because your name is Dan. I have an uncle named Dan and he teases me all the time too!"

We sail and motor to Sivota, back on the island of Lefkada. This is to be a familiar pattern, as the winds are very flukey here. One minute you are flying along in 15 knots of wind, the next minute nothing. Furl the sails, motor on. Then wind! Quick, cut the engine, hoist the sails! Then motor.

Along the way Dan and Laura are scheming to surprise us with a "man overboard" when we least expect it. Dan plays his part by pointing out "the bat cave over there" to get us distracted, but Laura gives the game away by smiling and giggling instead of heaving the fender overboard.

We do a practice stern-to in Sivota. Dan jumps off to watch us do the real thing from the shore, by ourselves. We make a perfect approach and he takes our stern lines, but when we take up some chain we find the anchor isn't holding. We try again, it doesn't hold. Try again with more chain. Chain runs out. Lashing breaks. Anchor and 50 metres of chain are now lying on the bottom in 3m of water. Dan to the rescue! Apparently the water was a bit cold. Thanks Dan.


We take a stroll around the town. People are busy painting and cleaning and repairing, getting ready for the imminent tourist invasion. We ask at the taverna directly behind our boat if they are open, and if they have food. They are, and they do. I have meatballs laced in garlic. Eileen want's to know if Dan is right and orders "thing". One of them sneaks it's way onto Laura's plate of chips. Luckily the offending piece of squi-, I mean "thing", is discovered and removed in time! We have a lovely dinner, and cheap too! 


Back to the boat for the night. Which smells worse, mosquito spray or garlic breath?

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