Another new town for us, this time to the town of Agia Marina, on the eastern side of Aegina island. As usual it was stern to onto a fairly new harbour mole extending a shorter earlier one, but as usual it remained unfinished with bare electric cables and water pipes protruding from the new concrete. Not long after we tied up and put the passerelle down, I decided to snorkel out to look at the anchor. Not as easy as it sounds as you have to remove the passerelle to lower the bathing ladder. Later in the evening we decided to raise the ladder, with the passerelle still extended. So carefully lifting it out of its socket, still extended, with Ann carefully lifting the ladder, the passerelle decided it was suddenly going to fold, with me losing balance, falling in, and with the passerelle following me down my shin. No great harm done other than a very big lump on one shin, a graze down the other and a wet wallet. Fortunately the passerelle was still attached with lines. Lesson learnt, completely remove passerelle before raising or lowering the bathing ladder! (also find a way of simply locking the passerelle hinge)
That evening we had a drink at a wacky bar overlooking the harbour, where even as it was getting dark a constant stream of newly chartered boats were turning up from Athens, unsuccessfully finding spaces. One decided to run aground in front of us, although he did eventually free himself. Wacky because of the bar’s decor, with cushions, blankets and strange headgear everywhere, laser patterns projected everywhere and the (late middle aged) lady owner squirting bbq lighter fluid on the floor in heart shapes and then igniting them!
Sunday morning, back to normality and we walked up to the very well partially reconstructed Temple of Aphaia dating from about 500BC.
And that afternoon 14 flotilla boats turned up, each about 42ft and each with about 10 students on board from Exeter, Cardiff, Swansea and Nottingham universities. On their way back from partying one of the students didn’t quite make it in a straight line across the passerelle. A gentle plop in the water followed by several students helping him back out.
Sunday evening at the ‘Tavern The Sea’ we enjoyed a meal whilst being entertained by a singing string duet one guitarist and one playing mandolin and bouzouki.
That evening we had a drink at a wacky bar overlooking the harbour, where even as it was getting dark a constant stream of newly chartered boats were turning up from Athens, unsuccessfully finding spaces. One decided to run aground in front of us, although he did eventually free himself. Wacky because of the bar’s decor, with cushions, blankets and strange headgear everywhere, laser patterns projected everywhere and the (late middle aged) lady owner squirting bbq lighter fluid on the floor in heart shapes and then igniting them!
Sunday morning, back to normality and we walked up to the very well partially reconstructed Temple of Aphaia dating from about 500BC.
And that afternoon 14 flotilla boats turned up, each about 42ft and each with about 10 students on board from Exeter, Cardiff, Swansea and Nottingham universities. On their way back from partying one of the students didn’t quite make it in a straight line across the passerelle. A gentle plop in the water followed by several students helping him back out.
Sunday evening at the ‘Tavern The Sea’ we enjoyed a meal whilst being entertained by a singing string duet one guitarist and one playing mandolin and bouzouki.
