Showing posts with label Preveza. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Preveza. Show all posts

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Treading Water

Could this be us in a few years time?  Just think - there's more than one!
Also note chest freezer...
You’ll be pleased to hear our time in the yard is at an end.  This year, aside from usual chores that go into setting up the boat, WJ3 shines from a good (professional) polishing, the Cap’n serviced rusty bicycles, we cleaned inside and out and GS made good use of the yard’s new laundry block.  We had to come to grips with yet another internet system, made all the more difficult due to a minor language barrier – i.e. not being able to read the instructions!  Worst of all, the bow thruster batteries had not charged in our absence and we needed an electrician to sort out the reasons for this.  Nevertheless, we had a pleasant time of it and the weather stayed relatively mild with a few storms for good measure.  However, climbing that ladder to our lofty abode never gets any easier…

Our neighbours returned with sad tales.  Their friends returned to their boat in Turkey for the start of another season, only he fell off the ladder carrying suitcases aboard and sadly didn’t survive.  We also heard that a woman in our yard had fallen and seriously hurt herself.  We double checked the ties securing our ladder for peace of mind.

Finally, we felt ready to splash.  On launching, the engine started…that’s good, but the generator again chose to be obstinate.  Hmmm!  Something more to look at whilst on anchor, we thought.  Launching Bruce (the dinghy) too was something of a concern as the outboard stubbornly refused to function. Cap’n “I’m not happy about this” now thinks it’s cruddy fuel.  Meanwhile, he vaguely wondered why his feet were getting so wet inside the dinghy.  Yes, someone had stolen our dinghy bung.  To add to post launch miseries, the bow thruster continues to be obstinate and needs more professional help.  A kind neighbour (thanks, Paul) saw our predicament and offered to ferry us to shore to check in with the Port Police and beg a berth at the Marina.   So here we sit, rafted up but afloat with not much working (sound familiar?) but at least in good spirits, thanks to quantities of Greek wine.  The mere mention of our sailing schedule reduces us to fits of hysterical laughter. 

We’re waiting on the electrician and apparently, we are going to live longer because our world is revolving in accord with Greek time (GMT = Greek Maybe Time).  We’re treading water and going nowhere real fast…


Saturday, August 8, 2015

Lickety Split

Preveza, Greece.  Just in time for the weather…

So, here we sit back in Preveza with cleaning rags in our hands doing long promised chores and waiting for haul out.  So where did that cruising year go?  It seems only yesterday that we met with our Dangar Island neighbours, June & Paul, as they cruised through this area on their way south for the season.
Oh, look!  That cute cruise ship is back in Preveza
We’d left Kotor early and made for Bar to check out and leave, well, strand really, JKip in time for his transfer home.  WJ3 turned her nose south and made a relatively uneventful overnighter to Saranda in Albania.  Here we rested for a couple of nights, got up close and personal with the famed Italian temperament at the dock and ate delightful seafood dinners so cheaply you just wonder how they do it!  Having left Montenegro after a tax-free fuel mix-up (with no resulting fuel for us), we arrived in Saranda on the smell of an oily rag.  Agim, our ever-friendly agent, arranged for a tanker for us and the Riva docked next door.  Somehow, totally unawares, the Riva owner managed to flood gallons of diesel into the bay.  Catastrophe averted by merely ignoring it!  And don’t forget to only scrub your own boat down….

After leaving Saranda we managed a little sailing until, in the lee of Corfu, the winds just died.  We hugged the Albanian coast until it became Greece and bobbed southward until some 11 hours later, arrived in Preveza - a current against us most of the way.
Although I promised not to post up any more haul out photos,
we had to include this one with Aktio's new travel-lift.  Smart, hey!
Heat wave conditions continue and we are now, aside from totally over it, under 2 vast awnings trying to protect WJ3's decks from overheating and cooking us at night in our little cabin.  The sunbrella awning (made for tropical Caribbean weather) also keeps the rain off.  Handy, given that since being back we’ve had evening storms with amazing regularity, some quite wild.  

These storms have had victims and one limped into the Aktio yard a few days ago – sadly a Hunter with ½ a rudder, a twisted prop and damaged keel.  The anchor had failed to hold and the boat was swept back onto a rocky shore.  A reminder for us never to take anything for granted!
The yellow trailer still gets to tuck WJ3 into bed though
In a few days’ time we’ll be winging our way over the Baltic Sea – for a little boatless touring with daily weather considerations being set to “umbrella or not” level.  Sounds like fun and we’ll keep you posted!

(Rather than wax lyrical about the current cleaning regime, we will try to tame the hodge-podge of photos from this year.  With any luck, some may even be posted up before we depart for this final leg of our trip!  For annual cruising statistics, you will have to wait a little longer...)

Monday, June 15, 2015

Yes....Still Waiting

Preveza Marina, Greece

Our dock lines it seems, are stuck fast.  Needless to say, it has to do with a simple part for an American engine.  In Europe they don't take kindly to importing such spares and not only must we wait for it to be sent (to Greece - and all the complications that involves) but also be slugged 23% VAT then add 50 something % import duty.  And we complain about 10% GST!!! We are on rations of bread & water (almost).


To add insult to injury, we've also had to attend to the main engine, replacing a corroded "something" and the starter (or stopper) on Bruce's outboard.  It's a late start for the 7 year itch. Technical Terminology to be provided by our Cap'n who has developed quite the swear word vocabulary.

Oh well, life could be worse, but our float plan is decidedly more like that famed Australian Boating Event, Henley on the Todd Regatta. 

Mmm, well, this might just do...no mechanical parts involved

Although this has just a little more character....

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Let’s Not Go Overboard

Preveza Marina, Greece

Off at last.  Only troubles followed in our wake – computer and generator to be precise.  Even the anchor light on top of the mast decided to join in the melee by flashing madly (so not the done thing!) so we were left scratching our heads.  The Cap'n accordingly busied himself at both the high and low points of the boat to sort things out.  After anchoring off Corfu for a day or so and making little headway, we now find ourselves back in the marina in Preveza awaiting the attention of a mechanic – yet again….. 


Now for those of you who are thinking “Oh foof, it’s only the generator!” lets understand the mathematical equation of this necessary device. 

Generator = Fridge = Food = Happy Cap’n

Electric devices too (toaster, rice cooker, water heater and very occasionally air cons) are run via this most hardworking of engines.  Life on board would be Spartan indeed and the Galley Slave is in no mood to be tolerating even fewer modern conveniences.  Neither is the Cap’n thinking (yet) of installing a 12v fridge, which could be run by our daunting bank of solar panels.  I suspect electric winches are higher on the priority list.

So our schedule will be delayed and condensed by a wee bit.  And we try not to consider the sage advice of more modest (purist) sailors like the Pardeys.  Such is life in the sunny Med.
Medicine & German heritage, naturally!

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

On Top of the Mast

Aktio Boatyard, Greece

We are waiting to splash.  Any moment now.  Turning on the computer will hasten the tractor's arrival, of course.  In the meantime, here are a few photos of the boat and boatyard we just had to post up.  It has only taken us 8 years to remember to take a camera up on the annual mast & rigging inspection. 



Well, true to form, the tractor arrived to bear the Other Woman to the blue waters of the Ionian Sea.  At the site of Anthony & Cleo's demise at the hands of soon to be Emperor Augustus, no less. All those years ago; it seems more story than truth.  Anyway, our farmyard assembled to bid us farewell and I suspect neither of us will miss Miss Foghorn's (donkey) all night serenade or the mosquitoes.
Yes indeed, a proper farewell parade in our honour

An update:  Our departure has been delayed yet again due to a generator with a mind of it's own.  Wouldn't start, then wouldn't shut down.  Expert guidance is necessary. Keep an eye out for polite commentary on the H460 site.  His Captainship should have lots of free time to update his blog now.... Meanwhile, we're heading over to the unfinished Preveza marina and will take a berth there.

A couple of shots of smart, new look Preveza

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Over Old Ground

Aktio Boatyard, Greece
Back to Work

So, here we sit in the Aktio Yard surrounded by other boats undergoing similar beauty treatment as Miss Windjammer.  Needless to say, our Cap’n is lavishing attention, spending long hours and sinking a fortune into his other woman.  Meanwhile GS scales a 20ft ladder, despairs at Greek supermarkets and wonders if life wouldn’t be better just staying put.  After all, Ms Donkey could be expecting again (it is spring after all!), busy goats are keeping the meadow (boatyard) in trim, our local taverna does a fantastic moussaka and best of all, we could weather any storm without getting wet feet.  Did Odysseus feel the same when those sirens sang….I think they live just around the corner. 
No! I just live around the corner.
Preveza is undergoing a makeover too.  Streets in the old town are being given a cosmetic “lick & promise” and we hardly recognised our supermarket area.  We discovered the reason a few days later when a cruise liner dwarfed the town dock and small shops bulged with visitors.  Our marina too boasts a sparkling new 100t travel lift and the crusty old jeep that took us into town has been replaced by a smart people mover.  Ahhh, progress. 
 
Technology is turning out to be "12 Labours for the Galley Slave" this year.  Her computer is playing up now - after only a week of being here, so watching this little piece of blogosphere space may become somewhat dull, unless there's some resolution.  He's thinking... tinkering & a little fix, she's thinking... a brand new computer...
Yes, well perhaps we could just stay here... 

Friday, October 3, 2014

Farewell from Aktio

Preveza, Greece

Like Augustus, we too have completed a successful mission.  Yet another year in the Med and on water!  We’re busy putting the boat to bed, making repairs (does it ever end?) and living in chaos until the last hours on Thursday morning.  The ladder at the back of the boat seems to get higher each year and the distance to the loos & showers greater; but all’s fine at the back of the yard.  We have three cute donkeys, with their recent baby, braying in the early morning for food & attention, a couple of less personable goats, and a few yappy yard dogs for company.  From our “tower”, a view over the salt marshes and into the gulf isn’t bad either. 

Just so you can join us in the "pain" of a haul out, here's this year's sequence - on an hydraulic trailer, not a travel-lift:
Here it comes!

OMG, it looks like it's slipping off...

No, thankfully it's still on that "tiny" trailer..

Then it's time for a quick tub in fresh water

Before being put to bed on a steel cradle at the back of the yard
with a view over the bay and livestock for company.  That's so Greece!
Then it's time for annual statistics folks, so here it is wrapped up:
 
From: Sarande, Albania Lat/Long: 39:52.278N 20:00 .210E Date/Time: 5/09/14: 1500
To: Preveza, Greece Lat/Long: 38:57.087N 20:46.092E Date/Time: 29/09/14: 1230
Time Taken: 172.5nm (31.5hrs) Distance (this year): 1290nm (220hrs)
Distance Total (since 2008): 14623nm   Weather: Clear skies, calm seas & the occasional big blow
Fastest Speed: The motoring continues: all the more for next year! 

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Looking for Bears

Zagori, Greece
Triple Span Packhorse Bridge, Central Zagori
With WJ3 snug in Preveza Marina, we planned a trip into the northern mountains.  Our car, a bright red roller skate, had a little more determination than a Panda; thankfully, because the hills were fairly serious.  Katara Pass skims clouds at a mere 1694m and Metsovo, our turn off to Meteora, just 2300m.

Off we set with only a teensy Rough Guide map to show us the way.  It’s impossible it seems to buy road maps – in Greek let alone English - so we were off on a wing and a prayer.  Luckily we were heading for Meteora, land of mountain top monasteries, so someone must have heard us.  First planned stop however was Zagori country in the foothills of the Pindos Mountains.  We took the road to Ioannina, a winding but interesting trip passing through pretty farmlands, trout ponds perched on the edge of fast flowing rivers, shadowy glades and non-descript villages – a little worse for wear. 

Ioannina is surprisingly a large and bustling city; once the capital of Ali Pasha, now the realm of university students and expert double-parkers.  The traffic seems to flow like treacle through the frenetic activity and somehow in the confusion, we found ourselves centre stage.  The remnants of an Ottoman bazaar (with attractive silver shops!) to our left and Ali Pasha’s lump of a fort (Kastro) to the right!  All of course set with a beautiful backdrop of Lake Pamvotis and high mountains behind.  There was no time to stop however, as we had no idea what Zagori would hold for us and wanted to be in Meteora before dark.
Small Bridge with Chapel & goats

The most remarkable of the bridges we saw

Our luck held as we headed north and a faded sign pointing to the Central Zagori revealed itself in the roadside shrubbery.  Better still, to an Information Point!  Even better, it was open when we arrived!  A helpful Park Ranger gave us loads of brochures & maps and, given the time we had to drive the “country roads”, a plan to see the best we could in the time available.  We had come for the view of Vikos Gorge, villages of stone mansions set in rugged landscapes (where we should have stayed an extra night!) and the highly romantic packhorse bridges.
Triple Span hidden in the ravine
is larger than it looks
Under instruction, we set off in the direction of Koukouli & Kipi, dodging sleepy sheep dogs, to find our bridges.  Our fist was a tiny one span bridge with a small chapel to one side.  Goat bells tinkled nearby adding bucolic charm to the setting. 

These bridges, generally named after their wealthy sponsors, provided villagers a means of travel and trade with the outside world.  The landscape is so rugged, that mules were the vehicle of choice and bridges were built specifically for this traffic. Sadly, construction was a closely guarded secret held by the men who built them and the art now lost.  

Having discovered 3 bridges, we made for Monodendri Village and beyond, the Oxia lookout above Vikos Gorge.  The lookout is something of a narrow ledge, hardly room for half dozen gawkers to perch over a one way trip straight to the bowels of the earth.  We added to the pile of name stones at a little shrine hidden in the rocks nearby and quickly left before the rain set in. 
Vikos Gorge in cloud & rain

Our first "selfie" at the Gorge

Tiny shrine at the Vikos Gorge viewing point, Oxia.
Regrouping in the atmospheric Monodendri with coffee and pastries, we scouted round for a museum and monastery where the views down the Gorge from its balconies are said to be spectacular.  Signage was not good and besides, the oncoming rain made us jittery, so we headed back down to the Ioannina ring road and made for the Via Egnatia Expressway (A2). 
Stone Forest, Oxia
Having traversed some of these minor roads, one can only but appreciate the expressway.  For 2.40, at 130kph and through vast numbers of tunnels, we made short work of the mountainous terrain.  At times we felt we were digging for China, but here they say "Australia", so I guess it’s not all that bad.  The turnoff to Meteora and our village accommodation (Kastraki) meant another hour of downhill winding roads but we arrived, sense of humours intact and in time for sundowners.  Our B&B - a traditional cottage, veiled by a pink sunset at the foot of some jaw-dropping rocks!
Monodendri with view over the Vikos Gorge
(Is that the monastery we couldn't find?)

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Back to Base

Preveza, Greece
The alarm clock everyone needs. Goats.
Big Daddy checked us out before he let the girls come out to play!
After our brief but interesting Albanian interlude, we spent a few quiet weeks exploring the northern Ionians, which are even nicer outside of busy August.  We found some lovely, tranquil anchorages, weathered a few decent blows (our anchor held on all occasions thankfully - there were often lots that didn’t!) and decided it was worth the effort to have slowed down to see a little more of the west coast of Greece. 
Ahhh...the serenity!  Fishing in Bruce "Jumping Fish Bay", Ormos Voltau, Igoumenitsa.
The general set of the wind is afternoon north westerlies with the occasional southerly (note: no Meltemi!).  At least once a week, we’ve weathered a storm of some sort and another must be brewing now because it’s suddenly become so hot and humid.  We’ve learned to take weather forecasts with a grain of salt deciding that we can be sure of choosing a lee shore if we med moor.  From this time, no further mention shall be made of med mooring.  It’s a useful practice, if only for preparing for divorce.
Lakka on Paxos...just like the Bahamas Banks
Walking the old town Lakka, Paxos
The islands are beautifully green, anchorages plentiful and water generally clear.  Still not much in the way of sea life near the shore though.  Whilst snorkelling, the most interesting object we’ve seen has been our anchor.  Along the mainland we found some isolated and peaceful stops.  All alarm clocks should be replaced by the tinkling of goat bells.  One small cove we christened Mullet Bay – the cheeky devils leapt with wild enthusiasm all around us.  We decided they were escapees from a nearby fish farm.  Even the Cap’n was tempted to put in a line.  Don’t worry; they’re all safe – except now they leap with contemptuous little smiles on their faces….  And the fridge is full of bait, still!
Lefkas Canal

Mainland views from Lefkas
After arriving back in Preveza and hatching our haul-out plan (my goodness is it that time of the year already!) we pushed back for another week of cruising and headed down to Lefkas and other smaller islands in the big “lake”.  The Italian cruising set in their smart sailboats had been replaced by convoys of charterers and a bevy of character boats – the real cruising fraternity.  We felt at home at last – where had they all been hiding?  A few seem to have lost their luggage on the flight over and had only their tans to keep them warm.  Well and good if you’ve got a trim six-pack (or are an Elle double) and have time for bow bunny duties.  Not so good if bending over to attend to deck chores – a bit frightening for the kiddies.  Still, life’s an education….
Early morning in what we thought was an isolated anchorage the night before. Port Leone, Kalamos

So we just looked the other way
We’re now sitting in Preveza Marina cleaning up WJ3 and getting her ready for haul out early next week.  Part of that plan includes a quick side trip to Meteora to see the mountain top monasteries (report to follow) and a little more inland Greece by car.  After that, our TWB phase begins - travelling without boat.  We’ll catch a bus to Athens, fly to Vienna then train to Budapest to join our Intrepid Eastern Europe tour.  If Count Dracula doesn’t get us, we’ll fly home from Istanbul; so a few days for a long goodbye to the exotic eastern med.  And time to find another carpet?  Oops, the Cap’n just fainted!
Old windmills (now taverna) on Kastos

Tiny disused monastery under the pines, Kalamos 

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Bunkers Galore

Preveza, Greece

Our journey from Korinthos (Corinth) continues:
 
Ancient Korinthos (from out at sea)
We had left Korinthos, making for Itea, and another seemingly abandoned marina.  Tied to the wall, we could safely leave WJ3 and head for the hills.  You would think, would you not, that having been exposed so far to the best of Greek bureaucracy, we would learn. Just don’t ever ask about banks...

Our Cap’n pedalled to the bus station to coordinate timings for our Delphi visit.   Next morning, bright and shiny at 7.45, we presented ourselves.  “It’s Saturday,” she said.  “And?” said our Cap’n, starting to get a little terse.  The bus left at 7:15. Of course it had, this is Greece!  Back to WJ3 then for a three hour wait for the next bus….  Luckily there were seats available.
Marina at Itea_WJ3 over on far dock
Our woes did not stop there.  After Delphi, we stopped for dinner at an Itea quay-side restaurant.  Let me tell you, it was the worst food we’ve had in seven years.  Just to add insult to injury, it came with a hefty 50 bill!   Next morning, we left Itea very early. Only to blow out the main sail.  (More detail on the Cap’n H460 site, soon-ish, he’s busy organising repairs and fixing things!).

Our next little anchorage in Trizonia was very charming – a little Dangar in the Korinthos Gulf.  We were understandably a little taverna shy so didn’t bother with tying up at the dock (I think another free one?).  Here we rested two days, hiding from strong westerlies, until we pushed on for a planned stop at Messolongi.  Conditions had been calm, and we fair slid under the Rion-Andirion Bridge, the longest suspension bridge in the world and quite a dramatic sight. 
Trizonia with steep hills on the mainland behind

Reading more "repair manuals"_relaxing on Trizonia

Rion-Andirion Bridge with car ferry
(cheaper than using the bridge apparently)

Getting that ICW feeling all over again!
Despite the afternoon breeze building, we decided, being something of old hands at bashing INTO it, we’d continue on to Ithaca, home of Ulysses.  Once there, we found a lovely little nook, festooned with yellow buoys for swimmers, but with enough room for us.  Katabatic winds found us, as did the thousands of other boaties in the Ionian – it’s Pitt Street on the water here.  Despite limited space, two other boats crept in front of us, crossing our anchor chain.  We had been warned about August and the Ionian.  We left in the morning with a dramatic flourish (No! Was that anchor woman being yelled at??) and glint of perspiration on our neighbour’s brow. 
Lefkas Canal & the race is on...
The day was brilliantly mild, with yachts criss-crossing picturesque waterways, so rather than stop at Lefkas, we kept going through the canal and on to Preveza.  Aktio Marina is our 2014 haul-out yard of choice, so aside from making ourselves known, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to slow down for a few days and have the main sail & Bruce’s outboard seen to.  We’ve been invited dockside at Aktio until the repairs are made, the Cap’n has found an extensive chandlery, the washing’s been done, galley’s restocked, shore showers are hot and all’s well with the world.

Aktio is historically noteworthy, having been the gathering place of Marc Anthony & Cleopatra’s combined fleets; their sights set firmly on Italy.  It was here (Actium) that Octavian firmly trounced them, his ultimate triumph was to eventually become Emperor Augustus.  Cleo went home to find herself a little viper.
Preveza sunset and gathering place for ambitious Cleo & the lovely Marc

From: Korinthos, Greece Lat/Long: 37:56.493N 22:56.180E Date/Time: 25/07/14: 0845
To: Preveza, Greece Lat/Long: 38:57.173N 20:45.844E Date/Time: 30/07/14: 1630
Time Taken: 166nm (28.5hrs) Distance (this year): 812nm (139.5hrs)
Distance Total (since 2008): 14145nm   Weather: Good run although not much sailing time (again!)
Fastest Speed: Averaging 6-6.5kts – amazing what a little engine juice does