A great sail 18 miles north east to the little island of Agathonisi, which according to Wikipedia has a population of about 200.
As we entered the harbour we had intended to anchor off the sandy beach. Unfortunately our anchor didn’t set well and a belligerent Spaniard (it’s usually Italians) that was a minute behind us, jumped in and stole the only place. So it was the harbour wall! Unfortunately the wall is quite shallow, and when a ferry arrives, it brings with it, a very large surge, so being forewarned we left a couple of metres between our transom and the wall. And when the ferry did arrive there certainly was a major disturbance necessitating motoring forward for a couple of minutes.
So we stayed the night and not really knowing the ferry times, we left the wall and anchored just round the corner in Cave Bay for a couple of nights. Ann had a snorkel in this bay, quite cold till your body tuned in to it.
And we enjoyed a few walks, particularly up to the small Chora, and a shared red snapper in George’s Taverna. Managed to get a processed loaf of black bread in the supermarket. (Their equivalent of brown bread.) No fresh bread as we were told “problem”. Not a lot of English spoken here.
As we entered the harbour we had intended to anchor off the sandy beach. Unfortunately our anchor didn’t set well and a belligerent Spaniard (it’s usually Italians) that was a minute behind us, jumped in and stole the only place. So it was the harbour wall! Unfortunately the wall is quite shallow, and when a ferry arrives, it brings with it, a very large surge, so being forewarned we left a couple of metres between our transom and the wall. And when the ferry did arrive there certainly was a major disturbance necessitating motoring forward for a couple of minutes.
So we stayed the night and not really knowing the ferry times, we left the wall and anchored just round the corner in Cave Bay for a couple of nights. Ann had a snorkel in this bay, quite cold till your body tuned in to it.
And we enjoyed a few walks, particularly up to the small Chora, and a shared red snapper in George’s Taverna. Managed to get a processed loaf of black bread in the supermarket. (Their equivalent of brown bread.) No fresh bread as we were told “problem”. Not a lot of English spoken here.
