16/17th July 2016
Today-(If this was a normal day!)- I’d have had a rough plan etched out, either for going on 2.5 km walks up to castles or monastery’s, or snorkelling over shipwrecks, or walking around the back streets of a medieval town where a famous war took place, but today – a first happened – On our whole roadtrip and sailing trip, we had all been complaining of the lack of beaches, today however we stumbled upon a short, sandy, beach tucked away in the corner of a longer main beach. However, since I like looking at things, I checked once more to see if there was anything to do…..there was nothing…..beach it is then!!!
As mum and I paddle boarded over to the isolated beach tucked behind the breakwater, the gentle breeze was enough to wake me up and make me anticipate the enjoyment the day that lay ahead held. As we all experienced the beach, me swimming in the water with Asena, and mum and Geoff both absorbed by there books, some friends we had met the night before turned up. John and Tessa were very friendly and interesting people, who both liked the dogs, but didn’t fancy a go on the paddle boards! We all sat on the beach together and enjoyed the blissful sun, until we had to get back to the boat.
That night, they both invited us to a meal at the Hippocrates restaurant.
The staff were superb and the food excellent.
We had offered John and Tessa the chance to come sailing the next day. We will see what happens?
In the morning just as mum finished getting the spare cabin ready, ( spare cabin’s ready, Summer!) Tessa called to say John was ill.
We left them in Kamari and sailed of towards the birthplace of Hippoctrates, Kos town. On the way the wind was definitely in our favour and we had some of our best sailing so far. So much so that soon there was a helming competition underway, although we were averaging 7.5 knots I clocked 8 knots, mum got 8.6 but Geoff managed to make the boat go as fast as 9!
The coastline was very different on each island, here, the small cliffs that dropped into the see, soon became large cliffs which ascended into the sky. At the tops of the cliffs, wind turbines stood, and the occasional hotel lay on the sea front with private beaches and sun beds filled by (almost certainly), sun burned tourists in white caps! Even though the weather was warm, the force 4 wind was chilly enough to make you wear a shirt!
Mum said not to even talk about the parking situation in Kos Town Harbour. Suffice to say while mum and Geoff were sorting out the mess that the mooring man had made of our parking, the boat coming alongside us had to take their attention away from their own problems in order to rush over with fenders to save the Swedish ladies fingers as she tried to fender her own boat off of our anchor with her hands.
I kind of saw snatches of this, because meanwhile out in the harbour an exiting motor boat had dropped one anchor which he had tangled himself up in, only to collect another one. Whilst said motor boat was in the process of releasing this second anchor he left his Mrs in charge of the boat who consequently got blown broadside onto at least three waiting anchor chains and then just sat there filing her nails!
Also, whilst this was a happening a circling Sun Odyssey who was patiently waiting to be shown where to park by the mooring man was close to being mown down by an exiting Gulet who just blasted his horn at the little yacht and kept on driving at him until he swerved out of the approaching gullets way in a move that James Bond would have been proud of!
The Swedish lady survived with all fingers intact and just a nasty gash to her hand, the Jeanneau survived a little shaken AND stirred, the motor boats Mrs went for a lovely shade of aubergine on her filed and polished nails and the Gulet dropped his septic tanks as he went on his merry way in a show of abhorrence at the inadequacy of the organisation in this harbour!
Like I said, Mum said best not to mention the parking techniques in this place!