Pohtia stad på Kalymnos
Asa has gone home, and life has changed. It's not as fun anymore. Why should she have to work when I have it good in the heat. Unfairly, she should have enjoyed retirement points when she was home with the kids. Now she must instead work
at least another year before she can get enough pension.
But in April, it's out anyway. As she has done her job and can come down to me again. Just do not know if she can handle
the July-August problem, probably not as well-she must go home during this time. Nice to have left a residence in Sweden.
Have felt an unmistacable smell in the boat. Coming
from an electrical part that is overheated. The survey gave it the bilge pump that has given up its ghost. Have checked all the stores that may have them in stock but no one has any at home in the right size (read big enough). Have ordered and if I'm lucky
I can get it on Saturday. But no. No pump on Saturday. OK, but on Monday so!
DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DO NOT HAVE INTEREST IN THE TECHNICAL DETAILS.
During the waiting period I rebuilt the automatic and put in a relay so I have a control circuit in the panel that trigger the relay that supplies power to the new pump. That way the strong current does not go through
the keypad, perfect! Fuses inserted so it can not burn.
OK, NOW YOU CAN KEEP READING.
the pump at last and has fixed so it works.
Leaves Kos. Much wind from the northwest.
Have meant to sail to Pserimos located on the way to Kalymnos (Sponge island).
A Turkish Gulett far in front of me has some problem in the rather high waves. First, I ran the
engine, but when I crossed the reef which extends far north of Kos town, I roll out a good chunk of the genoa and got a very pleasant journey. Stretches not quite as high as needed to reach the Pserimos but drive in the lee of the island up to a shallow bay
on the south side. Here are two boats, the Gulett and another large plastic boat, Italian. They located a short distance from the beach and has seemingly no problem with these cases winds that plunges down along the mountain side, and as I get into because
I want to anchor at a lesser depth.
Ok, I put on the power and starts "anchor out" but nothing happens. Huh! What has happened? Put out the spare anchor after a bit of hassle.
OK. Suspect overcurrent protection tripped, but when would it have been. Takes out all the things stowed into the small space between the bunks in the bow where the cap is. It will sit a small stick to restore to, but it's gone, aborted. There was no good
place to put hard things that can cause this devastation. Up with the mattresses to get into the inside. Now I could disconnect the wires and shorting them. Meanwhile, I had drifted a long way out and was very close the Gulett. People on the boat shouted,
youré dragging. I said I know.
No need to try to take up the anchor by hand, but I ran with the anchor hanging, back towards land. Now I could run the windlass. Put out
the anchor and took up the spare one. Whew!
Falling winds were very strong so I decided to take the bimini down as the wind threatened to tear apart the whole thing. Without
bimini down here means you will have to acquire new. The wind subsided somewhat later so I got a decent night in the end.
Today, motoring up to Kalymnos in quite a bit of wind and small waves.
Nice to see again this beautiful island, nice harbor, which was expanded
a few years ago, and friendly, hospitable people. I was caught by a woman who asked if she could do something to eat, for example. I was really just going to check out the harbor and the surrounding area but ended up with this adorable woman's Taverna. Here,
I have returned permanently and become "one of the family." I get called Bjärn. Maria can not say ö. Maria has a husband named Vasilis and he has a daughter of 12 years, but that looks like the 14th Large, she has it after dad, is big and wide. Maria's
mother, Boppi, opens early to go home a while later and come back to work with cooking all evening. Katerina is an 45 year old "girl" who works as a waitress from afternoon to late. She and Boppi closes. Mary and Vasili go home at 10 o'clock. Maria works at
the hospital as a x-ray nurse and Vasili works in the army but both are in the tavern at 4 o'clock. Busy all day.
Pulling away up to a nice deep bay on the northeast side of Kalymnos, where Mary's sister, Nomiki, has another Taverna with her husband, Christos. They have goats and I had goat for dinner with them. Very good it was, tasted not goat.
Had a nice sail with two strokes up there and had an even better return.
Back on Kalymnos. Here, I will wait until Ralph comes. He is for me totally unknown, but is a colleague of Thomas Persson, who I know through Malin. They drive trucks with shipments of various kinds in HALLÉNS
He came from London Stansted to Kos
In the evening I took the ferry over to Mastikari close to the airport to meet him. We ate Greek salad and drank a large Mythos beer and got to know each other a bit before it was time to take the ferry back to Kalymnos
He installed himself in the aft cabin next to the stowed things.
We rented scooters
one day and first went west to a village and looked at all sorts of items that had to do with diving for sponges. Then we drove back to town so Photia town and continued east and then north to end up in a small village called Vahti. It is very protected inside
a long bay. A completely captivating, wonderful little village. Jetty for visiting boats slightly further out and fishing boats and a small wharf of these at the back. It was incredibly idyllic here. I will visit it again.
we rented a small car for 30 € and took the same route to Vahti and continued right up to the north end of Kalymnos to another
small delightful village. Here we were inside a tavern and drank beer. The owner, a big guy who had been some sort of guard in his early career. We got to see some photos, they had a very strange attire. They had a few buoys lying outside, you can use them
when you come, he said. This is where we sail, we said. On the return trip, we drove through several small villages and suddenly - sure we were back again.
20/7 My Birthday!
Equally brilliant sunshine as the day I was born, but not Sunday, it was Friday.
We started the trip west to sail up to Leros and then we will see how far up towards Samos we
get before we have to return.
Friday, 28 we will go to Turkey for Ralph to look at a yacht in Marmaris which he thought about buying.
We sailed straight northwest out a long leg and then turned and went northeast up to the little sweet village we visited by car. A wonderful sailing in steady 9 m / s up to Emborios. On the way there, we passed another
small village located on the small but very high island, Nisos Telendhos, located just at the entrance to our goal, Emborios. Once there, we took one of the buoys we found out that we could take in our possession and attach.
We took the dinghy in and had dinner.
leave Emborios at 11 and sailing against Leros and the town of Lakki. Only 15 M and arriving after 3.5 hours. We cast anchor and go with the dinghy into town where we can not resist a big Mythos. We then set off to try to find a particular supermarket that
I have been in in the past, together with Pär and Marie. At least two other "supermarkets" we passed on the way there but in the end we found the right one. We got some but no vegetables. I asked a girl at the counter, but she says they do not have vegetables
and asks if I know where the greengrocer's. No, I do not know. Then she gives me a glimpsy eye and I wonder what will come. Well, she says it's just follow the main road down to the port located on the right side. We walked and walked, but no deal. But eventually
we found it. We bought a little of some things and went back to the dinghy.
Back in the boat we had dinner. Hamburgers, potatoes, red onion and sauce.
We stayed in Lakki another day but now we went to Lakki Marina after hearing on the VHFen that we were welcome. € 22 for one night. OK, pretty good washrooms with showers. Got some prospectuses of uptake of
the boat in their boatyard Agmar Marina at the top of the north end, near the airport. We went over to the Port Police to stamp but was told that it was not needed at all. Next month, only once a month. Good to know.
We intend to sail up to Lipso, a smaller island due north of leros. We arrive 15:10 to a nifty anchor bay, called Lera. As in
all these small islands there are goats and sometimes sheep. There is no fresh water so mosquitoes do not have a chance to spawn off. MOSQUITO-FREE!
On the larger islands, however
the mosquito plague real. Moreover, they are so small that they have no chance to get hold of them. But the more toxic they are. Asa get big, and I talk BIG, red swellings that itch infernal. Awful to have this itching in nearly a week, EVERY STICK! Then she
has probably 25 sticks at the SAME TIME.
But here it is peaceful. You get the urge to linger long.
Ralph wants ahead and next stop will be Agathonisi located 15 M northeast up.
is both an equally fine anchor bay as the one we leave and also a small "town" with Tavernas and full kit. Here is for Ralph! OK, let's go in the back of the bay and find a possible place outside another boat, lying outside another boat, lying at the ferry
dock. Learns that we can not be there right now, waiting for the ferry, but after the ferry is gone, we can come back. We go over to the other side of the bay, just about 50 meters, and lays out the anchor and wait. Sure ferry comes and it is great.
Almost so I'm thinking of taking up the anchor and move further inland, but all right, Captain fix it.
the ferry went away, we try to catch to the dock first, but another one that has been more on the hook gets there first so just to lie outside, outside and walking two other decks to come ashore.
We went for a walk to check out the whole thing. There were about twenty boats so it was full. When we got back to the dock a small car parked. At the quay is one of the Navy's small boats to be out this night at 4 am to survey, they say,
anyway. From the car climbs a priest with a top hat and long black coat. He embarks on the red carpet laid out on the gangway and gets kissed on the hand of the two sailors standing and welcome him. There will be held a seremony prior to departure.
We did not notice when they went off at 4 am, silently and gently.
Time to turn around and sail back. But it was terrible much blowing in the harbor. Yes it did when we got there, too. The wind speed got higher when it passed over the island and got even higher speed right on the
way down into the harbor. But when we got outside there was moderate wind so we put up the gennaker. A wonderful trip back to Kalymnos. Eight hours and ten minutes it took to travel the 34.8 M. Calm and easy all the way.
We took it easy for a few days before we went over to Turgutreis in Turkey 28/7. It was a quick hydrofoil that was going with a number of tourists that would stay only over the day. On the boat there was an Englishman
who came up to us and presented a paper with a map of the city and where you could shop. He was in charge of the trip. It was an excursion, but he said nothing about this. We said we were going to Marmaris to look at a boat that Ralph was going to buy and
would probably not make it back to 4 pm when the boat went back. In Turgutreis we rented a small car. As we sat there, the Englishman came in and we said that we could not ride back. OK, he said, then I know it. He did not say that we had a visa for only that
day and we were completely unaware that we'd gone to the border police to get a stamp in the passports.
We traveled to Marmaris and watched the boat which turned out to be in
a state of disrepair. No purchase there.
On the way back to Turgutreis I was driving and at a distance where it vas 110 km/h we were stopped. Speeding! 123 km/h. The police
said they should not take the card. Nah thank for that with only 13 km / h too fast. It took a very long time when they were in animated discussion with another speeding companionship. Eventually they asked for licenses. We looked but found none. They must
remain with the car rental! We had a Phone Number there and asked him to call. Yes, the cards were left in the copier. After another long wait, when they had canceled the raid, they said that we would follow them. They ran very fast so it was hard to catch
up with them. Into a gas station. There, they had a little cottage and had a fax machine, so they got a copy of our licenses. I got a speeding ticket for 60 € and 10% discount if paid within a month.
Back at the car rental, he wanted the patch and 60 € for self pay this because it was his car, he said. OK rebate was his.
What to Do in Turgutreis?
No ferry that day and not the next day either. We spent the night there.
The next day we went to Bodrum with a Dolmus to take a ferry to Kos. When we came to Bodrum ferry had
gone, just one a day. New accommodation, but now we bought tickets for the ferry the next day.
Took on a small nice hotel and went out on the town. There were sales everywhere
and most of it was just junk.
The next day we went to the ferry and got through security but in passport control we were stopped. We showed the tickets we had left after the
first voyage where a visa was one of the patches. It was not enough and it was completely invalid to our situation.
Penalty they said. Penalty fee. € 120 each. We emptied
all of our assets, including the few Lira we had left. But we had no more than about € 225 and they should have 240. I can pay with VISA card, I said. No, no it will not due, they said. We waited a while more and the ferry departure was passed by a wide
margin. They hung onto the ferry and said suddenly that we could go. We ran out to the ferry and I was close to stumble at the gangway.
Something we did not get was the receipt,
and the money went into their own pockets, probably, or else they had been able to take VISA card.
We came to Kos but had not a cent to pay the ferry to Kalymnos with, so we
went into the town. The ferry would go half an hour after our arrival which was delayed by at least 10 minutes. In the town Ralph spotted a cash machine and said if we hurry we might catch the ferry. We tried and Ralph ran in advance and bought tickets. On
the way there, I tried to run as fast as I could, but stumbled on the very rough concrete quay. I fell like a pine, diagonally to the side, and got my left hand under me, so that all fingers were broken backwards over the hand. Pain is just the first word.
Scrubbed one knee a bit. Hurried on to the ferry. No Ralph there. Where is he, on the boat, hardly. I saw the boat going away nine minutes late. Ralph stood at the ticket window and tried to get the money back, but No, no. The cashier called the ferry company,
but it was turned down. No refunds even though she sold tickets after scheduled departure. The Greeks must have a very bad seat.
Again we went back toward the city and I washed
the wound on the knee in a sink with running water to a policemans glances.
In town, I went to a small cabin where a lady was sitting and asked where we could take the bus to
Mastikari. The bus square she said, this road away and then up over there. Thanks for that. Not to go too far or wrong, we asked ourselves up. Oh yes it was right! At the bus station we found the right place the bus would start from and found that we had about
an hour to departure. We took two large Mythos each in a place in the streets.
The bus departed on time, a number of stops along the way but he ran fast. Arriving in Mastikari
we had to wait a while before the ferry would go over to Kalymnos.
Back again we found that everything had been against us, all the way. And no boat purchased. Murphy was busy
doing all the time.
The next day, 31/7 and Ralph would go home igen.Vi said goodbye in the morning and he took sole ferry. Beside the trip together with Murphy, we had fun
together all the time.
Now I was alone again. Remained at Kalymnos way to 9/8. Hot it was, could not do anything. I figured I must be out on the waves again before I die.
Had been told that I could go home at the end of August to take part in my friend Pärs wedding.
also arrange for my boat trailer, which was rented out last winter, gets it towed away and parked in Tores caravan parks. Tore has pulled the boat to and from the port in recent years. Timing is perfect for weddings and wagon transport.
Plenty of time yet.