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Another day in Emporios
Sep. 16th, 2016 09:41 pmAshore early to try to find a way up to the intriguing building on the hill to the south of the town, but not much luck finding a path. Wandering along some classic Greek paths, all thistles and dried vegetation, we encounter a whole series of gates and chain link fences which may have been aimed at stopping the encroachment of the omnipresent goats, but which stopped us just as effectively.
Retreating to the boat, we changed our mooring to move us closer to the beach, and took the dingy for a spin around the bay to the northwest. After a morning of swimming, we returned to the town for lunch. Just as we were approaching the quay, the outboard spluttered and died and refused to restart. Rowing the last few metres, we got out and went for wander, checking out the church before going to the taverna.
Lunch consisted of gigantes, melitzanosalata - very different to the version we had in Palionisos but just as nice - cheese balls, and grilled peppers. The daughter of the household, who must've been 2-3 insisted on helping in the most adorable way, bringing out mayonnaise and ketchup just in case, and bringing us an extra spoon for the beans.
After lunch the dingy proved a little more cooperative and the engine started first time. Just as well: I wouldn't like to have rowed all the way back against the current.
The afternoon saw the arrival of a number of new boats, taking the place of the charter boats that had left for Kos marina and change-over day. We were joined by a particularly impressive steel-hulled Finnish boat, whose inhabitants were obviously keen swimmers because one of their number immediately set out for the long swim to the island of Kalavros. Later a group of Russians appeared on a catamaran and, after the men pottered around in the water, the women emerged on deck and took a load of bikini photos before the boat left again.
With another round of strong winds forecast for the evening, we ate aboard - toasties made with the Diablo and salad made from the remaining tomatoes. We managed to watch tonight's penumbral eclipse of the moon, although we were bobbing about too much for photos to come out, and decided to turn in for another windy night of creaking lines and whistling rigging.
Retreating to the boat, we changed our mooring to move us closer to the beach, and took the dingy for a spin around the bay to the northwest. After a morning of swimming, we returned to the town for lunch. Just as we were approaching the quay, the outboard spluttered and died and refused to restart. Rowing the last few metres, we got out and went for wander, checking out the church before going to the taverna.
Lunch consisted of gigantes, melitzanosalata - very different to the version we had in Palionisos but just as nice - cheese balls, and grilled peppers. The daughter of the household, who must've been 2-3 insisted on helping in the most adorable way, bringing out mayonnaise and ketchup just in case, and bringing us an extra spoon for the beans.
After lunch the dingy proved a little more cooperative and the engine started first time. Just as well: I wouldn't like to have rowed all the way back against the current.
The afternoon saw the arrival of a number of new boats, taking the place of the charter boats that had left for Kos marina and change-over day. We were joined by a particularly impressive steel-hulled Finnish boat, whose inhabitants were obviously keen swimmers because one of their number immediately set out for the long swim to the island of Kalavros. Later a group of Russians appeared on a catamaran and, after the men pottered around in the water, the women emerged on deck and took a load of bikini photos before the boat left again.
With another round of strong winds forecast for the evening, we ate aboard - toasties made with the Diablo and salad made from the remaining tomatoes. We managed to watch tonight's penumbral eclipse of the moon, although we were bobbing about too much for photos to come out, and decided to turn in for another windy night of creaking lines and whistling rigging.
