CORINTH CANAL & IONIAN ISLANDS- GREECE |
Galixcity The sprinkle of palm trees in the rocky Cyclades gave way to tall slender cedar trees posed amidst pine forests clinging to high mountainous terrain. The taste of the shoreline buildings were more Venetian. We arrived at the flat calm water of Galixcity Harbor and tied to the wall (free). |
We tied stern-to, Argos on one side, a large old schooner sporting a Canadian flag on the other side. |
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Aboard 36!! young people comprised of a very colorful group of trapeze artists, singers, dancers and others making up the circus troop. We discovered that they were based in the Okanagan!! and most of the people on board were from Vancouver!! We met a young man whose father owned a boat building outfit in Canoe Cove Sidney, BC |
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The ship was a Travelling Caravan Theatre Showboat which gave performances on its tall ship platform. |
A ring side seat to all sorts of acrobatics in the rigging, singing, rehearsing lines, setting up lights & so on. |
Galixcity was a quiet town with a promenade that followed the waterfront, bordered by restaurants and tavernas side by side right across the road. We met up with Argos for a drink, then took a walk around to stretch our legs. The town centered around the inlet of the bay, where a little "duckhouse" and feeder floated amidst the fishing boats at anchor. | ||
We returned to
the boat just as the town was coming alive at 11 pm. We still ave not been able to
convince our bodies that this schedule of late nights is the way to go! We
turned in and I could here laughter and talking til at least 2pm, then the loud
resonating of church bells at 7 am awoke me with a jolt. |
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June 2 The following day was spent on the latest breakdown, our HF radio. After several hours of torment, Gord was able to bypass the on-off switch and get it up and running again. I cannot imagine not having a radio for email, weather and the morning net. |
Trizonia Trizonia has another of Greece's unfinished marinas, money from the EU for various projects, starts the building, then when the EU money runs out, the Greek Government is supposed to finish the project off. But it seems that most of the time they don't. So there are a few of these little marinas around, with all the docks, cleats, dock lighting etc, but no power, water or staff and generally in a state of disrepair, and they are free and most welcomed by us cruisers. We immediately noticed that the marina was void of charter boats and we side tied, along with GWTW, Aros and Blue Banana. That evening we partied at the "Windy Banana Taverna" on the dock. pictured right: Trizonia Harbour |
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The following day we all went for a hike. The land around the bay was lush and green and we walked through the hills above the little hamlet of Trizonia, through olive groves, gathering wild rosemary and thyme. We visited the abandoned yacht Club, for sale due to the owner's death from a snake bite. pictured l to r: Sam, Phil, Annie, Liam, Ginny, Gord |
June 3 We awoke to the sound of rain and the weather forecast predicted a blow coming through. So we all decided to wait out the weather before continuing west. It was dinner and a movie on GWTW that evening. |
IONIAN ISLANDS The Ionian Islands are the greenest and most fertile of all the islands in Greece and very different from the stark, barren rocky isles of the Cyclades. The first thing I noticed in the western Ionians was the abundance of cypress trees towering above the dense brush, sometimes intermingled with palm trees.
Ithica June 3-5 Vathi Bay, Ithaca We anchored in
the protected Vathi Bay surrounded by its brown
roofed houses huddled around the
bay. |
The small rugged unspoilt island has a harsh precipitous east coast and a lush green west coast. The interior is mountainous and rocky with pockets of pine forests, cypress and olive groves. Ashore, the town, reconstructed since the earthquake in 1953, was declared a traditional settlement. We had another wonderful evening with GWTW and Blue Banana beginning with a drink ashore, then a get together on Ascension. Sad goodbyes. .... |