We came to meet Tim about the batteries. We arranged for the Cockpit Cushions to have their final fittings and have the covers made. We stayed til the weather passed. Then we stayed for Takis of CYS to look at the leaks. Then we heard that Tim was taken into hospital for an emergency appendectomy and we thought Tina might need some extra help as they had to move their boat. And, we needed to get provisions for being at anchor, which we’d done twice before and then used them because we didn’t go. And, and, and . . .
We got laundry done, we had good meals onboard, we had good meals ashore. We returned to Ey Zhn for Chicken Mai Tai, also to Thermaikos Restaurant in the main square, which serves beautifully seasoned greek food. On the windiest, wettest nights we popped across the road from LouLouDitsi to Margarita restaurant.
The new roof terrace ‘Taratsa’ above Margartia’s opened soon after we arrived and played lovely music in the early evening – 60’s and 70’s, jazz, all sorts – but it grew louder from 11pm and less pleasant by 5am. Music we didn’t like was somehow easier to shut out and sleep through than the good playlist the first night when singing along to the Stones or Queen kept us awake! But after a few days, we slept anyway and no longer knew what time they closed up each night. The roadworks didn’t wake us up anymore either.
We found Bike Land and bought a bicycle pump to repressure the water sytem onboard (MnM took their pump for their bikes, understandably, and it’s too high to use the footpump.) It worked, and now the pump no longer runs immediately and continuously when you run a tap.
We were greeted warmly on our daily visits to the Fruit & Veg shop where he pointed me towards the potatoes from his garden instead of those from Preveza and brought out some bigger, sweeter apricots for me. We tried his unlabelled wine and were gifted some local honey.
We had drinks with Frans and Marjo on Allegro, putting the world to rights until 2am. We walked, watched sunsets and understood why many full time liveaboards are based here.
But . . . 2 weeks, for goodness sake!!!! “Harbours rot both ships and men.” Our Dutch friends had left, the weather had settled, Tim was doing well and due home soon, there was nothing to keep us and an anchoage to swim in was a tempting lure away from harbour rot. We provisioned with a view to leaving tomorrow.