The forecast is good for the next week and as
Koroni is such a delightful village, we decided to stay for a bit longer.
The temperature is still mid 30’s, and
this does make it a little more difficult to get to sleep at night. We could use
the air-conditioning but for some reason, we don’t.
The sea is flat calm and we are
anchored in no more than 3 metres. Looking over the side of the boat, it is easy
to see the bottom of the sea, the water is so clear and inviting.
Today, being Sunday, the
restaurants along the sea front are all busy, mainly with locals but also with
the odd tourist. The super-market is closed which highlights the fact that this
village still remains un-spoilt by tourists.
The down-side of Sunday is that
the bells started at and although not continuous, kept ringing until 8.30.
However, we didn’t notice if the bells rang the hour all night, so presume that
they didn’t and it is not unreasonable for the church bells to toll on Sunday,
to encourage the flock to attend the services.
Having spent some few months in
Moslem countries, we have tended to forget the church bells, accepting the
Imam’s call to prayer, a number of times each day, as the norm.
We swam in the crystal clear
water with a turtle which was quite unperturbed by our presence. Dick hung his
towel over the guard-rail to dry and it had to be rescued from the sea-bed,
complete with the 5 clothes pegs, still attached, which clearly had not
performed their function.
We barbecued on-board, fish which
we had bought from a local fisherman, who kindly de-scaled and gutted them for
We moved on from Koroni and made
our way to the island of
Sapientza having first passed the northern coast of the island
Skhiza. I mention this latter island as it is supposedly used by the Greek
air-force for bombing practice. As we approached the vicinity of this island, 4
fighter planes flew over, quite low, but we didn’t hear any bombs explode
although it would have been difficult to hear anything over the noise of the
We anchored in the deserted
bay of Port
Longos, tucking ourselves away behind a fish farm.
We were soon rewarded for our trouble as flocks of mouflon, a species of wild
sheep, a strain of which domestic sheep are supposed to have been bred, walked
out from the shrubbery and wandered around the beaches and climbed across the
rocks. There were so many of them, mainly female. Later, at dusk, 2 white ibex
came down to the waters edge. Unfortunately it was not possible to take
photographs as the light had all but gone.
Next morning I was up early and
watched as a small fishing boat zig-zagged back and forth between us and the
shore and between the fish farm and the shore. It was trawling, starting from
the buoys it had placed initially near the bow of our boat. There were 2 men on
board and one was reeling the net back into the fishing boat. It continued in
this manner until it reached the exit from the bay.
I am finding the heavy dew each
morning to be somewhat tedious. It is wonderful that the weather has been so
fine but with the hot, near windless days, there is a penalty and that is the
dew. This is the 5th morning in a row that I have had to mop the boat decks
before breakfast. I could leave it but then, with all the walking back and
forth, shoeless in Dick’s case, the boat would be filthy. If I mop the boat
before Dick gets up, the fiberglass has time to dry in the sunshine and the boat
remains relatively clean.
We left Port Longos and travelled
for less than hour to Methoni. The flat, calm sea started to move up and down
again. There is still not much wind but we now have a swell and a slight sea.
We anchor in 2 – 3 metres over
sand though there are patches of weed which provides hiding places for the fish.
In front of us, 200 metres away is the beach with no more than half a dozen
people on it. Behind the beach and to the west, is an old Venetian fort which,
like the fort at Koroni, guarded the shipping route, around the Pelopponese and
was known at the time as “the eye of the Republic”.
The tale of the captive in Don
Quixote, might well relate to the experiences of Cervantes who was held prisoner
in this fort, by the Turks, after they had taken it.
We took the rib ashore that
evening so that we might eat in a local taverna but the food was disappointing,
being the worst we have had since we left the Middle
We unpacked the wet suits and
fins and practiced wearing them as we swam in the bay. Dick always wears fins
when he swims but I prefer not to do so. We plan to take a diving course when we
reach Zakinthos (Zante), so thought I should get used to wearing the fins. Dick
already has a PADI certificate but having not dived for the last 8 years, thinks
that he should have a refresher course.
11th September is not
just the anniversary of 9/11 and the distruction of the twin towers, but is the
birthday of Koby, our grandson, who is 2 this year. He sang “happy birthday”
with us when we phoned.
Friday morning the generator
intelligently turned itself off when we switched it on. There was a problem
which resulted in Dick having to change the inverter. Thank goodness it was
nothing more serious. We use it for an hour in the morning and an hour late
afternoon, to top up the batteries. Although we have 2 wind generators and 4
solar panels they cannot provide
sufficient energy for our power hungry boat, which has all the electrical
comforts of home plus all the electrical, nautical gismos we need when we are on
Today seems to be one of those
days when things need a bit of extra tender loving care. The next task to be
undertaken was to re-attach the comfort pad, one of 2 which fit either side of
the nose, on Dick’s glasses. A simple task if one can see what has to be done,
not so simple when the glasses can’t be worn and fixed at the same time. We find
a pair of sunglasses which react to the light and Dick wears those while he
fixes the pad.
It all happens in threes and
changing the non-return valve on one of the electric toilets was job number 3.
Its not all dossing around on a boat, there is a need for constant maintenance.
Since the end of august, we have
found that, as we sit at anchor in no hurry to get anywhere, other boats come
and go. Some arrive just before lunchtime, stay a few hours and then move on.
Others arrive anytime during the afternoon and evening and leave again next
morning, sometimes before breakfast. Never more than 3 or 4 boats at any one
period of time and never spending more than 1 night in any of the anchorages.
A large, American, long-range,
displacement pleasure cruiser arrived mid afternoon on Friday. This is most
unusual as, apart from the fishing boats, we have seen almost no motor cruisers
for the last 2 weeks.
Below:- Mouflon on shore at Port
Longos and Tucanon at anchor at Koroni