- How it all began
- Phasing out from The Moorings Owner’s Programme
- The Project List
- Haul out day
- Lazy days at Levkas Marina
- Finalising the boat paperwork
- Untying the lines
- Searching for ‘Donkey’
- Boat maintenance in exotic locations
- Coffee and solar cake!
- Last minute change to the passage plan
- Searching for Myrto
- A taste of the city in Corfu Town
- Victory and failure in one night
- Teeth grinding, and hoops of joy, at 9.4 knots
- Introducing the ‘freeloaders’
- June-July 2018
- Sharing Nemrod with friends, and discovering Ormos Afales
- Not in the pilot guide
- Yoga on board
We headed out from Donkey Bay (actual name Skhoinos Bay) at around 08.30 anticipating a fast sail over to Kalamos. Our Predict Wind service had promised us 10-15 knots on a beam reach. What eventuated was a fluky 2-5 knot wind that made our sails redundant. After persevering for a couple of hours we turned on the motors to head for Nisos Atoko.
A smell of burnt rubber emanated from the starboard engine bay. Scott discovered the alternator belt was fraying and burning. Time for some engine maintenance at sea.
After anchoring with one engine at Nisos Atoko, Scott had his head in the engine bay for a while and reported that the belt was slack and needed tightening. He did so, and after testing, the problem seemed to be resolved, although we probably need to look at replacing the belt next time we are in harbour. Scott’s confident he can do this now he has had a look to see how it fits. Thank goodness for a practical man!
Peaceful night at anchor and not much wind predicted today so we are hanging out here in One House Bay. Went for a snorkel this morning, most of the fish around our boat waiting for some crumbs from breakfast. Swam over the anchor, Scott happy with his Rocna 33kg, it is serving us well so far. Will need to head over to kalamos to stock up, most importantly for milk, as we need that for our frequent coffee breaks.
The next day we headed over to Kalamos – not much wind so had to motor quite a way. George was there to instruct us where to stern-to and give us his rather jaded, “I am George” welcome speech. I guess he has been dealing with yachties for so many years now, that he is pretty tired of us. Anyway, he found us a spot amongst the fishing boats and left us to our own devices.
We needed to stock up on a few essentials and found a bakery up the hill with fresh bread, milk, cheese etc.
In the evening the World Cup was showing in a bar in the marina so we enjoyed a beer and kept up with the Germany-Sweden score, whilst also grabbing the wifi code for later.