The passage to Nisos Othoni, now with Henry, Teresa Whelan and George
Rock-Evans onboard, was completed entirely with the motor with a few hours
of motorsailing under the mainsail when a zephyr of a wind from the
southwest stirred itself in the afternoon. The scenery was beautiful,
however, with the island of Corfu to port and Albania to starboard. The
thundery weather was gradually clearing. Spellbinder anchored inside the
"old" harbour with a number of other yachts and established the ferry wasn't
expected although it still used the old quay. The "new" harbour had not been
maintained, the water and electricity pedestals were not working and some
knocked over. A charter company rep at the "new" quay said the holding was
not good for Mediterranean mooring and there were some rocks to watch out
for offshore! A comfortable night in the old harbour at anchor was followed
by another motorsail in light east northeast winds across the mouth of the
Adriatic to Santa Maria di Leuca on the heel of Italy. Anchoring outside the
harbour behind the sea wall we noticed a slight swell developing from the
south overnight. A Scirocco (hot south wind) was on its way and in
freshening winds veering from the northeast to south the genniker was flown
and a good sail was enjoyed to Ciro Marina on the west side of the bay of
Taranto. This promised shelter from the Scirocco that by 1800 was blowing F5
with gusts and threatening thunderstorms. By the morning Spellbinder was
covered in fine Sahara sand, after spectacular thunderstorms and heavy rain,
berthed on a small boat quay of the Lega Navale mercifully with enough depth
of water. It had been difficult to find a berth, Ciro Marina had been badly
damaged by a winter storm, the northeast concrete quay for visitors was
wrecked and sunk, and the port hand light was lying on its side. To make
matters worth, two Dutch and French boats with room alongside refused to
allow Spellbinder to berth, unhelpfully pointing to the fishing boat quay
that was rapidly filling up as the fleet sort shelter from the coming storm.
We amused ourselves in a rather run down but very friendly Italian seaside
resort with an excellent restaurant at the "White Beach" resort. On Wed 8th
June, having worn the boat round with ropes to extricate ourselves from the
small boat basin, the wind having died to nothing again in true
Mediterranean style, we motored to Crotone to be met by our old friend
Natalie who manages the Turistico quay from his car. He very kindly gave the
boat a bottle of his fine home made red wine. A crew`change was achieved
here by Teresa flying out of Lamezia on the Italian west coast not far
across the toe of Italy from Crotone. Geoff Bell flew in on the same
aircraft to join us for the cruise to Sicily. We had planned to do an
overnight passage to Augusta in Sicily along the exposed south coast of
Italy that offers little by way of ports of refuge in bad weather. Rounding
Capo Rizzuto in light southeast winds was uncomfortable in a lumpy swell
from the west and a confused sea. The south-going current on the western
Adriatic rounds this point to meet the gusty winds from the northwest in the
malevolent gulf of Squillace. We assumed that this, added to the steep
underwater topography, resulted in the unpleasant motion we were
experiencing. By mid afternoon when Squillace lived up to its name we were
reefed down in a fresh, gusty northwester. Then suddenly it would turn light
only to come in more strongly as night fell. By 2200 it was blowing a gusty
F6 but with a double reefed main and many rolls in the genoa Spellbinder
sped to the southwest at over 8 knots. Reefs went in and out overnight as
the winds went alternately strong and light, but by daybreak had settled
into a nice northwest F3/4 as Sicily came into sight with Etna smoking
gently on the horizon. We anchored after a 25 hour passage of 150 miles
outside Augusta harbour in the centre of the large but shallow bay of Porto
Xifonio. We were a long way from the shore but the anchor was in stiff mud
and secure, so we enjoyed a quiet evening and night at anchor with a good
meal and wine and a further game of Upwords in the Ionian series. Syracuse,
once the largest fortified city of the Greek world, was the next port of
call reached by ghosting with the genniker. We were a little alarmed to find
that a dangerous reef outside the harbour was no longer marked, but anchored
safely in the north of the bay having admired the old town, Ortiga, as we
rounded its southern tip. That evening the old town was visited and a meal
on the seafront enjoyed. The passage south to then round the southeast point
of Sicily, Capo Passero, found the fresh wind changing from northeast to
southwest resulting in an enjoyable afternoon beat up to Porto Paulo. After
33 miles Spellbinder was anchored in the west of the bay and put the dinghy
ashore to explore the hinterland and buy some victuals. Again, the locals
were very friendly and welcoming perhaps mindful that this part of the coast
was used for the Allied landings in Sicily in 1943. From Porto Paulo the
motor was used for the 15 miles to Pozzallo were we anchored off the
breakwater in sand and went ashore to find out about ferries to get George
to Malta. A gentleman called Franceso stopped to give us a lift into town
and that evening was invited with Santo to enjoy sundowners on Spellbinder
and discuss nothing much in particular, but fun was had by all. Spellbinder
entered the new and smart Ragussa marina on the morning of 15 June where the
hot summer months were to be spent. A car was hired to visit the beautiful
Baroque cities, including Ragussa, in this part of Sicily. George was put on
his ferry to Malta, and after a day putting Spellbinder to bed, Henry and
Geoff prepared to fly out to Catania on 18 June the airport being reached by
a twice daily bus from Ragussa Marina.