Super Paradise from Jackie O's |
After a prolonged stay in Mykonos, to replace the engine, and with two days of trials completed I finally set off on the 8th of October, single handed, heading south east on the last leg towards the winter lay up venue of Marmaris. Having spent the night anchored in Elia bay I awoke to 20 kts of northerly wind, just as forecast, and was well placed to sail off the anchor and head off, under No2 genoa alone, for the Island of Dhenoussa. The 28 mile passage was completed in 4.5 hours despite not putting up the mainsail! I chose the anchorage at Ormos Dhendro due to its better shelter from northerlies, especially important as northerly, 50+ knot, gusts were forecast for the night ahead.
Ormos Dhendro, Dhenoussa (showing the wreck outline) |
Self at the taverna on Ormos Dhendro, Dhenoussa |
Ormos Levitha at sunset |
On the morning of the 13th I
set sail again in a gentle NNW wind which carried me swiftly down
towards my next stopover, the island of Levithia. I arrived at 1415
to find I was not the only yacht in the area. There are moorings laid
in the east bay of Ormos Levithia (€7 per night) and one other
yacht was already there, a second entered shortly after me. Peaceful
all the same. What made it even more peaceful was that not a single
mobile phone signal was detectable in the anchorage!
Next morning I set off relatively
early, well early for me, 0800, to complete the transit from Cyclades
to Dodecanese. My plan was to be in Kalimnos by mid afternoon. The
crossing was quiet, 2 ships and three yachts sighted in total, and
benefited from a gentle NNW breeze; 4 – 5 knots all the way on a
beam reach. By 1400 I was berthed stern to on the town quay in
Kalimnos town.
Derelict vessels (and vehicles) in the abandoned marina project. |
The marina project, paid for by the EU, has been
abandoned and is occupied by a variety of abandoned or derelict
craft. No sign of the pontoons or facilities promised in the Heikell
Pilot. On the other hand the local municipality has built a new yacht
berthing area on the NW side of the harbour, sufficient for 30 odd
yachts, so I suppose this is progress. The town quay, on the other
hand, is now mostly occupied by local boats and so I suppose I was
lucky to find a spot.
The next day I spent the morning on
re-victualling and sorting the boat out. One thing I bought was a
Vodafone data card to give me a final 2Gb of data connectivity prior
to leaving Greece, it lasted less than 24hrs!
Kurukulla, stern to on the town quay, Kalimnos |
At 1400 I set off for a night in the
anchorage on the S side of Pserimos, in virtually no wind it was an
hour plus long motor. Boring but necessary. By 1530 I was anchored in
the southern bay and enjoying a swim in the mirror clear waters of
the bay. The night was equally calm and I awoke to completely still
conditions. Sailing being a non starter I decided to spend another
night here and settled down for a quiet day; however, by 1600 the
wind started to get up from the west and so I moved the short
distance to Ormos Vathi on the east coast of the island which was
completely sheltered. It was too late to go any further.
The
anchorage was shared with five other yachts and so I wasn't the only
one to think this anchorage was ideal for tonight. More yachts than I
have seen for a week!The harbour at Palon, Niseros; showing the new entrance |
By next morning I had eight neighbours,
some had arrived after me. I was the first to leave and set off on
oily calm seas to head to Palon on the island of Niseros some 35
miles away. The wind showed some interest in increasing as I rounded
the eastern end of Kos but only briefly; just long enough to persuade
me to put the mainsail up! This was almost a complete waste of time
as by the time it was up the wind had disappeared again; however, the
last hour and a half of the sail turned into a close fetch in a
decent breeze so all was not lost!
On arrival at Palon it was obvious that
the harbour entrance was not where either the chart or the pilot said
it was. The EU had fronted up with €2,880,000 eight years ago to
redevelop the harbour, including relocating the entrance to provide
better shelter, and it seems to have worked.
The new yacht berths in the Palon harbour |
The cost of the harbour upgrade but this time money well spent. |
Next day, when I roused myself for my
customary morning cup of tea, they had already gone, headed north for
their winter layup venue. After a brief walk ashore, to buy bread
from the local bakery and some fruit from the general store, I too
set off but eastwards towards Simi. Initially under engine for want
of wind but within the hour the wind roused itself and we were then
barrelling downwind at 5 to 6 knots. Two hours later I had two reefs
in the main and part of the genoa furled. The promised strong winds
had arrived.
The now derelict Hydropathic Institute |
Thus it was that we arrived in Panormitis, the most
beautiful and best protected anchorage in Simi. It was here that I
had chosen to sit out the forecast 30+ knot winds of Saturday night
and Sunday. I chose my anchorage with care to make sure no one could
drag onto me and that I was not a risk to anyone else. There were
only four other boats in the bay. The next boat to arrive then
anchored close and directly upwind of me, just my luck. There was a
whole empty bay to anchor in, but no, they had to anchor on top of
me! My stare of disbelief was insufficient to encourage them to move
and so I had to content myself with photographing their stern, just
to make sure I had their details.
Panormitis, Symi |
It has happened to me before that
another boat has dragged on to me in the night, causing damage, and
then sailed before exchanging insurance details. Sure enough, at
0245, I awoke to the sound of a particularly severe gust, followed in
the lull by an alarm sounding. I decided to check that all was well.
On sticking my head out the hatch I realised I had been extremely
lucky, the Greek registered, Russian crewed, charter boat was
virtually alongside me, their anchor drag alarm bleeping away, a
boats width away! A quick grab of a torch and I illuminated their
boat trying to get some reaction. Fortunately one of their crew
members was asleep in the cockpit; she looked up, and notwithstanding
I could see the whites of her eyes, rolled over to go back to sleep!
My subsequent, rather more colourful, explanation that they would
have to move, seemed to get more reaction; she roused the skipper and
within seconds he had their engine running and was on the move. Only
just in time, during his departing manoeuvre he missed my bow by less
than a metre! I watched them until I was happy that they were
re-anchored 75m away; not trusting them not to try and re-anchor in
the same place. The old adage “in the Mediterranean there is little
more dangerous than a charter boat” proved true again!
The next day dawned windy and with a
North Force 8 forecast I determined to stay put. At 0600 the
loudspeakers on the monastery started broadcasting the first of the
Sunday services, as I type at 0940 it is still continuing, the chants
sound anything but musical! Later in the day there was a full Greek
wedding in the chapel, quite a sight to see. The only local
restaurant of any size was then the venue for the reception, they
must do quite well out of it! The subsequent night was also gusty and
at least two boats collided due to dragging anchors, (I overheard the
apologies being offered the next morning!).
My favourite restaurant in Symi, "To Spitiko" |
Tuesday dawned with brilliant sunshine
but no wind! It was a gentle departure, only slightly delayed by the
charter boat which had berthed next to me laying his anchor chain
across mine. When you are single handed such things just become that
bit more complicated to resolve; however, within a few minutes I had
a line on his chain and managed to disentangle myself from him. They
just spectated, bemused. No apology and no thanks either!
Approaching Marmaris in oily calm seas. |
Once underway it was a brief stop at
the fuelling jetty (diesel is cheaper in Greece) followed by a six
hour motor to Marmaris. Beyond the odd cat's paw on the surface there
was no wind! Pleasant nonetheless. That night I anchored just outside
Marmaris Yacht Marine and spent the evening planning in what order to
take on the laying up tasks of the next seven days. Plenty to do but
the weather was not looking to co-operate. The benign forecasts of
three days back had been replaced by strong southerly winds and rain;
oh joy! Sure enough next morning dawned threateningly grey and windy.
I headed for the quarantine jetty at the ferry terminal, for myself
and Kurukulla to enter Turkey officially, (you and the boat now have
to physically go there rather than as before when the agent did it
all for you whilst you sipped gin at the marina bar!) after which I
headed on to Yacht Marine to put her into her last afloat berth for
this year.
Awaiting liftout....And it rained! |
The lift out passed without a hitch,
notwithstanding the torrential rain that soaked everyone and
everything! Kurukulla is now parked ashore, on a stand, in the midst
of a vast boat park snug in her winter cover. The end of another
season.
Kurukulla, snug under her winter cover! |
Only the joys of a late night Monarch
Airlines flight, back to Gatwick, to look forward to...
More next April, or soon after.