On Monday, the 17th, I collected Valeria, Ana and Charlie from the airport in the hire car and we all went out for a celebratory ‘saganaki’. I took Marisa to the airport on Tuesday and it was a bit sad to leave her in the herd of Thomas Cook passengers filling the airport building before I had to return the car. I went back to the boat, collected Valeria, Charlie and Ana, dropped the car off in Lassi and we spent the rest of the day on the beach by a small beach bar lazing under beach umbrellas.
On Thursday we invited Keith and Tracey to join us for a day out and we went round to what I have christened Ivan’s Bay for a BBQ. The chart now shows Ivan’s Bay to be called Ormos Kounopetra. We stayed at anchor for the afternoon and then sailed back under the Cruising Chute in the afternoon breeze.
On Friday we left Argostoli headed for Sami. This would put us 8 hours closer to Lefkas but took Charlie and Ana 30 km further from the airport. Keith stepped in and offered them a ride from Sami to catch their plane so a plan developed.
Rather than heading directly for Sami we decided to stop and anchor for the night off Sparthia again; the weather was calm and settled setting off for Sami on Saturday morning. There was no wind but Charlie was quite happy raising the anchor, under supervision of course, and then ‘driving’ us off towards Sami. By mid morning Charlie announced “Charlie is happy” from the helm station, which for Valeria and I was the best compliment!
We arrived in Sami by 1 pm before the afternoon rush. After a couple of rather fraught attempts to anchor and tie back to the wall we made it and Charlie and Ana went off to explore as we got settled. We then had 2 and a half days in Sami to round off their week with us, dining out, exploring, wandering along the beaches, swimming, enjoying some snacks and beer to keep us going.
But then, suddenly, it was 5 pm on Monday and Keith arrived. Charlie and Ana treated us all to a farewell dinner before it was time for them to leave for the airport. And so another great week came to an end.
It was a fantastic week, the third in a row. It was good to finally host Keith and Tracey to a day out, and it was great to have Charlie and Ana spend a whole week with us.
It has taken a while for them to find time as apparently running a couple of companies and rebuilding a house is very time-consuming! But they made it and we are so happy they did. The time just flew by and we will miss them as we set off towards Lefkas.
Unfortunately, with my ‘hurtie finger’ and a hospital check up I decided it wasn’t really prudent to take a complete novice sailing when not being fully fit; so Marisa and I stayed in Argostoli. But Marisa was quite happy with a lazy holiday, she starts her new job when she gets back so was looking forward to a rest!
We visited the local history museum, which was really interesting. The largest ‘feature’ in Argostoli is a low stone bridge about 800 m long across the shallow southern end of the inlet. It was built by the British between 1810 and 1813, after they kicked the French out of the islands, as a part of the efforts to open the islands up to transport. The centre piece was a stone pyramid inscribed “To the Glory of the British Nation. 1813” which was defaced by the Italians in 1941. The museum had a lot of exhibits about the islands history and extensive coverage of the devastating 1953 earthquake which flattened Argostoli.
Marisa and I walked across the bridge but there is little on the other side other than the abandoned marina.
We took a bus round to Lassi Beach for an afternoon and on Sunday hired a car to visit the caves at Melansani and the village of Asos. Marisa had turned up both these in her ‘holiday research’ and although I’d been to Melansani last time we were here, Asos was new to me.
Marisa was really impressed with the caves at Melansani, and our timing was perfect. There was no queue when we arrived but numerous coaches had arrived by the time we left and getting out through the entry tunnel was the problem!
Asos is a village on the north-west side of the island. It has a small harbour and a large Venetian fortress on the headland. Had I had all 8 fingers my idea had been to sail to Asos on the way to Sivota, and in settled weather it would be an ideal stop over. There is room to anchor a few yachts and there is even a small quay with room for a couple more. The water is crystal clear and the village very colourful and picturesque. The fort looked impressive but the walk up to it looked equally impressive and a light lunch proved more appealing!
On Monday we took a drive across to Skala on the south-eastern corner of the island. It has a large pebble beach, the main street is lined with restaurants and although nice enough it was a little too touristy for me.
We invited Keith and Tracey over for dinner one evening and spent the rest wandering around town sampling the tavernas accompanied by some souvenir shopping. We also played quite a bit of Backgammon and Marisa managed to beat me rather too consistently!
I also had my hospital check up. I spent an hour or waiting for the doctor to take one look at my finger, spray it with some ‘magic spray’ and declare “You can work”. After they revived me I was sent on my way, considerably shaken!!
Marisa and I don’t get to spend that much time together and so this was a really good week for us. Marisa really liked what she saw of the island and is already considering her next visit. She is also looking at coming away with Valeria and I next year, hopefully to actually sail somewhere. Fingers crossed!
Our first visitors in Argostoli were Mauro and Adri. This is Mauro’s third visit (search for ‘Mauro’) but Adri’s first and their first weekend away from the kids!
They arrived on Thursday, 6 September, suddenly appearing at the end of the gangway at about 11 pm; the town quay isn’t that big so we weren’t hard to find! After the Prosecco welcome it was off to bed in preparation for a sail the following day and a night at anchor.
On Friday morning Mauro insisted on washing the boat down before we went to get fuel. We had last filled up completely in Bozburun and then taken just 100 litres in Milos to get us here and managed it with about 40 litres left. Running the generator every day I then managed to drain one tank completely. Doh! Manoeuvering on one engine would be a challenging exercise and one I should practice, but it was easier to have a fuel guy deliver us 20 litres in a drum, which was ample to get us to the fuel berth.
So, filled up with diesel we set off at 1 pm on Friday and headed around the coast towards a small village called Sparthia on the south coast. Once out of Argostoli we had the sails up and managed to sail for a couple of hours in light winds, arriving off Sparthia at about 5. Sparthia has a tiny harbour and a number of increasingly inaccessible beaches. We anchored and immediately got the swimming ladder down, the BBQ out and put Mauro to work again.
On Saturday we had planned to head across to the bay where we met Ivan and Lu last year, have lunch there then head back to Argostoli. But we set off late and wanted to get back to Argostoli before the rather stronger afternoon winds picked up so scrubbed that idea. However; we did manage to get the sails up again and made most of the passage back under sail. Returning to Argostoli by 4pm we anchored in the harbour rather than go onto the quay and took the tender ashore for a wander around the town in the evening before getting a bite to eat.
On Sunday morning I dropped Valeria and Adri ashore to do some shopping while Mauro and I went off to explore the marina which is on the east side of the harbour. Mauro drove, which turned out to be a good decision. The marina was built a few years ago and then abandoned after a dispute between the builders and the town council. It is ‘useable’ but has no facilities, is free and as such it is gathering dying boats and appears to be where the Coast Guard store vessels they have seized. It is a dump.
Once we had picked up Valeria and Adri we set off planning to sail up to the north end of the Kolpos Argostoliu to Ormos Livadhi. There we would anchor, swim, and sail back under the Cruising Chute, and as a plan it worked perfectly. We had northerly winds getting up to 15 knots allowing us to tack almost the whole way there, anchoring at 3pm. We had a swim for about an hour then set off south again. The wind was behind us now, still at about 15 knots, so Mauro and I got the Cruising Chute up and sailed the entire way down to Argostoli putting in a couple of gybes along the way. When I say ‘we sailed’, I mean ‘Mauro sailed’ and I just offered help hints. It was a really good afternoon.
I even had a brand new collision avoidance experience. There have been some wildfires here over the weekend and a helicopter was using the approaches to Argostoli to load water, flying at mast height north into the wind as we were heading south. There is no Collision Regulation covering that but staying well clear seemed like a good idea; mercifully Sundays tend to be charter – boat free here otherwise the Pilot would have had fun!
So, after a really good afternoon, which went exactly to plan and gave Mauro plenty of sailing practice and Adri plenty of opportunities to admire our Brasinglish ensign I went and trapped a finger in the hinge of a deck hatch while getting the BBQ out, crushed my finger and almost ripped the nail out. Ouch.
Happily, Mauro knew how to put the tender in the water and had experience driving it so we could go ashore to the hospital.
And that was an experience. We found our way in via what I now know is the sub basement. It was something like the film set for a Zombie movie, all stained concrete, stained floors and bits hanging off the wall, just needed the zombies. Having found our way to the ER, which was one floor above the Zombie set, I was seen, had the nail removed, was bandaged up and sent on my way. We got back to the boat at about 9 to find that Valeria and Adri had got the BBQ underway so we had a late dinner.
In the morning we moved from the anchorage back onto the Town Quay; happily going astern I use my left hand on the engine controls and my right for the frantic waving, so that worked out well. But once tied up, because I had a ‘hurtie finger’, Mauro stowed the tender away, tidied the ropes and bagged up the sails, and Adri washed the boat.
The rest of the day was spent packing, chilling and doing a little shopping before having a late lunch in a taverna. I went off to the hospital for a bandage change and a prescription and got back just before 7pm when Valeria, Adri and Mauro had to leave for the airport.
It was fantastic to see Adri and Mauro and we all had a really good time, with the one minor exception, and are so grateful for their help with that!
The last couple of days in Katacolon started to drag and so we took the first opportunity of not un-favourable winds to push on to Cephalonia.
Thursday was the day. Light winds all morning with relatively light north-westerly winds off Cephalonia as we were to arrive in the afternoon. The earlier we set off the better and so we slipped from the town quay in Katacolon after lunch on Wednesday and went to anchor outside the harbour planning an early night and a pre dawn departure on Thursday. It also meant we wouldn’t have to avoid cruise liners arriving as we set off! The passage north was almost 60 miles, or just under 12 hours, and was calm almost the whole way there; we were moored on the Argostoli town quay by 4pm.
We have a week in hand now and plan to stay on the town quay throughout. We have spent time in Argostoli before, and our friend Keith did such a good job of showing us around Cephalonia we felt there wasn’t a lot of need to explore further. So we will just soak up life in Argostoli, celebrate our wedding anniversary and prepare for all our visitors.
Mauro and Adri are to join us,on the 7th then Valeria goes home with them on the 10th. Marisa comes out for a week on the 11th and then Valeria returns as Marisa leaves and brings Charlie and Ana with her!
Looking forward to busy month and as we’ll not be going far, perhaps some sailing!!
Ivan and Lu had effectively arranged their holidays around us so we were looking forward to reciprocating.
We anchored in the bay close to their hotel on Thursday, and then again on Saturday and I went into the beach in the tender to collect them. We took them to Argostoli on Thursday and had a BBQ moored on the Town Quay but on Saturday we spent the day on the boat and wet for a sail around Rabbit Island; we almost made it before the wind died!!
By the time we dropped them all off on the beach on Saturday evening Rebecca and Bianca were both driving the Tender. The Jury is still out on who was better, Rebecca did have rather short arms which made steering a little one sided. Both girls and Lu even had a go at steering and Rebecca was a wizard on the electric winch when we were sailing.
It was fantastic to see them and we would like to think they enjoyed their time with us. Having dropped them off on Saturday we set off on our travels again, heading for Galaxidi.
Cephalonia was a convenient point to aim for after 2 days at sea from Messina but also Ivan and Lu based their holiday destination on our itinerary so we could meet. However, John introduced us to his friend Keith who lives on the island and he turned a great stop over into a fantastic one.
As soon as we turned up in Argostoli he came and took us for a night out, then the following day took us shopping and on Friday he took us for a tour of the island! He has lived here for 6 years and was a regular visitor for many before that and loves the island and was keen to show it off taking us to places off the beaten track, so to speak.
Cephalonia has an ancient history, as you might expect, and unlike many of the places mentioned in Homer’s Odyssey all those in Ithica and Cephalonia can be identified. Unfortunately the island is subject to earthquakes, the last major one was in 1953, and it caused massive damage, virtually destroying the island, hence, most of the architecture is quite modern.
During the war the island was occupied by the Italians and this is the backdrop to the film Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, filmed entirely on the island.
For our island tour Keith took us first to the Church of St Gerasimus, a 17th century philanthropist. Keith told us that two years after his burial a light was seen above his grave. He was disintered and found to be undecomposed. He was canonised and put in a glass sarcophagus which on occasions is opened for viewing and sometimes the faithful are permitted to kiss one of his toes. The church interior was very ornate but it didn’t seem appropriate to take photos.
From there he drove us to the top of Mount Ainos, at 1628 metres the highest peak in the Ionian. The views from here across southern Cephalonia were magnificent. He also took us to what used to be the retreat of Prime Minister Metaxa, hidden away from the road but offering more fantastic views from the balcony.
Then we drove down to Sami, for a coffee, then to the picturesque bay of Antisamos, one of the film sets, then on to Melissani an under ground cave, the roof of which collaped to reveal the hidden river lake. It has been shown using dyes that sea water disappears to a cave in Argostoli and sometime later appears again as fresh water in Sami.
After Sami we drove to Fiskardo, a small port on the north east tip of the island. Under clear blue skies, with yachts moored on the quayside and against the rocks close by it looked really picturesque.
Then it was back to Argostoli where we treated him to dinner before we said our good byes.
Without Keith Cephalonia would have just been an island, now it is somewhere we plan to return to to see more of. A massive thanks to him for showing us some of his lovely home.
We set off from Messina at 8.40 on Sunday morning, the 28th and had an uneventful crossing to Argostoli in Cephalonia, arriving at 1030 on Tuesday.
There nearest thing we had to excitement was passing John and Isabel in White Lion at 3 am, Italian time, in the Ionian Sea. They had left Argostoli at 3am on Sunday and we were expecting to pass each other so even at night it was easy to figure out who we each were. We had a chat with him and Isa on the VHF before we continued on our separate ways. Small world.
We managed to sail for some of the time, leaving the Messina Straits with the wind gusting to 25 knots from behind us giving us over 7 knots with one reef in the main sail. We sailed for a good part of Monday and although we were motoring over night both nights, as the sun rose on Tuesday morning with the wind just getting to 12 knots, again from behind us, I just rolled out the Code Zero as we approached the coast of Cephalonia.
We were making up to 6 knots in some of the gusts and it was lovely to watch the sun rise over the island with just the sound of the wake as we ran towards the south east corner of the island. I’d never sailed under just the Code Zero before and it was interesting to find that we were getting as much speed without the Main Sail as with it.
On our way to Argostoli we were to pass the bay close to the hotel where Ivan and Lu are going to stay, and as there is nothing in the Pilot Books about the bay we decided to have reconnoitre. Our plan is to anchor in the bay and pick them up from the beach in the tender, but that would only work if we could actually anchor and the beach was accessible. It was a successful visit and I now know just where we can anchor to meet them, even sent them a photo of the place!
So with ‘recce’ completed we made our way round to Argostoli and moored on the town quay. I am frequently asked whether the boat is moored, tied up, parked etc. Well this time the technical term is moored because we had to use a technique called a Mediterranean Moor where you use your anchor to hold the front of the boat and mooring lines on the quay to secure the back. I’d only ever done this in big ships many years ago so this was a bit of a first for me but by 1030, now 1130 in Greece, we were all secure and looking forward to some sleep after a well earned beer and a glass of bubbly in the aptly named ‘Compass Bar’ just across the road!