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sawylHairy departure from Kalamos this morning, after everyone decided to leave at the same time to escape the flotillas. I think we had to dodge three other boats while we picked up our anchor and made our way out into the channel. We slowly made our way to Palairos — the wind was good initially but it dropped off later and, despite putting up the spinnaker, progress was painfully gradual.
The wind eventually picked up again and, by the time we passed Vounaki, we were making almost four whole knots. We wandered through a shoal of dingies, out daysailing from the Sunsail base at Vounaki, with pater confidently saying, "Don't worry about giving way to the them. We've got the right of way, we're on starboard tack and, more importantly, we've got 20 times their mass..."
Mooring in Palairos took us two attempts. I helmed the first attempt, which went rather less than smoothly when mater decided to throw a hissy fit instead of dropping the anchor and then, once we were finally tied up, we werne't happy with the depth and decided to retry, this time with pater at the wheel. Rather rewardingly, an American charter boat got caught by exactly the same dilemma, but instead of moving, they spent most of the evening trussing the boat up with endless, endless spring lines.
We then walked down to Vounaki for a sneer before heading to the indian taverna for a meal where, using English indian restaurant portions as a yardstick, we managed to grossly over-order huge quantities of really delightful subcontinental cuisine. I then left the parents to go in search of coffee and went back to the boat, where I found the Americans singing and holding some sort of sorority goodbye ceremony. Talk about ideal sleeping conditions...
The wind eventually picked up again and, by the time we passed Vounaki, we were making almost four whole knots. We wandered through a shoal of dingies, out daysailing from the Sunsail base at Vounaki, with pater confidently saying, "Don't worry about giving way to the them. We've got the right of way, we're on starboard tack and, more importantly, we've got 20 times their mass..."
Mooring in Palairos took us two attempts. I helmed the first attempt, which went rather less than smoothly when mater decided to throw a hissy fit instead of dropping the anchor and then, once we were finally tied up, we werne't happy with the depth and decided to retry, this time with pater at the wheel. Rather rewardingly, an American charter boat got caught by exactly the same dilemma, but instead of moving, they spent most of the evening trussing the boat up with endless, endless spring lines.
We then walked down to Vounaki for a sneer before heading to the indian taverna for a meal where, using English indian restaurant portions as a yardstick, we managed to grossly over-order huge quantities of really delightful subcontinental cuisine. I then left the parents to go in search of coffee and went back to the boat, where I found the Americans singing and holding some sort of sorority goodbye ceremony. Talk about ideal sleeping conditions...
