The ferry which links all the island of the Dodecanese came in to Skala.It’s not like in Scotland where the passengers and vehicles have separate exits. It’s a jumble of people and vehicles. On the shore you are met by people with rooms to rent as well as the taxi offers.
We walked up the hill towards the castle stopping to have a conversation with a shopkeeper who said he was based in Athens though had a few crafts shops in different islands. The shop didn’t seem busy at all. Then we walked to the phone shop where Bob bought a Vodafone dongle for fifty euros so he could have mobile internet. It didn’t last long. We were disappointed. When we reach Lakki I will buy a phone and internet sim card but both of these are so expensive compared to the deals you can find in India.
We sailed off from Skala ferry jetty to the bay called Vathi in the afternoon.
Sailing out of Livadhi Bay
Below is the view from the top, with Bob looking out. The fort is mostly ruins.
Bob at the gateway to the fort.
We were tied up at the jetty when the ferry came in.
Bob repairing deck lights.
We are now in the area of Greece called the Dodecanese. We had a great sail all the way.I’m still taking motion sickness medication though Peperuka seems to slice through waves like a knife in butter. We anchored in Livadhi Bay, Astipalaea.
Dawn. An early start. Heading North from Crete.
We set off quite early but an engine problem, the alternator, caused us to sail to Nikolaos Marina for repair. Bob contacted marina on VHF and we were directed to space. We moored bows to with double lazy lines. Met Niklaos the talkative engineer who fixed the engine. I washed our laundry and coloured my hair. The marina charged us thirty-five euros for the night so we left early next morning even though they gave us a complimentary bottle of wine and one of oil.
There was a hotel on the shore of this bay which meant we accessed free internet for the two nights that we stayed. On the second day we motored/sailed around to look at Nikalaos town. Very busy.
We lost a large screw driver in Elounda Bay as Bob was loosening screws. Fireworks in Elounda in the evening. Seen from Peperuka in Spinalonga Bay. Choppy night. Lost dingy board as wind overturned the dingy as it was pulled behind us when we left the next morning. No time to stop at the island which is the site of the last leper colony in Europe and the setting of the book The Island by Victoria Hislop.
We tried to find a berth and nearly caused damage squeezing Peperuka into a space.
This is the closest I am destined to be to the remains of the Minoan Civilisation. How were they so civilised when they took children from their homes in other parts of Greece to be trained in acrobatics for their entertainment? This is the premise for The Hunger Games. There’s nothing new in the world.