The Drive By……..
15th July 2016
Nisyros had been thoroughly interesting, and we had especially enjoyed going on the scooters up to the volcanic caldera and the islands capital, Mandraki. We left the port of Pali at ten o’clock, and started motoring towards the much more cosmopolitan island of Kos, located just the Turkish coastline.
As we followed the islands coastline up to the islands capital, Mandraki the noise of the VHF crackled into life, and a mans voice started talking clearly into the radio. He was saying-“sailing yacht, sailing yacht, sailing yacht, this is yacht Andrula, yacht Andrula, over”-we guessed it was us for two reasons, one, we were the only boat around, and two, the signal was very clear.
Geoff replied and immediately and after some language confusion it transpired that they were the Belgian vessel anchored to our port side, close to land, they had run out of fuel, after the suggestion of us going close and they reaching us by tender failed ( due to them having lost their dinghy in the Adriatic ) we said we would give them some and agreed to perform a drive by! All we had to do was come side to and pass them the can of fuel.
We approached the anchored vessel starboard side to and As we prepared to pass the fuel over to the stranded yacht, Geoffrey slid in a little too fast and touched the side of the boat a little. I fendered this successfully though and mum passed the fuel can into the strangers hand, this was immediately replaced with an Italian red wine, and Asena burst out barking, which was accompanied by Vodkas!
Another drive by ensured the return of the empty fuel can and fifty euros was passed to mum, which was way too much for twenty litres of diesel, so a third drive by passed the now relieved and re fuelled Belgian his change!
Mum finished the exercise off, by saying-“Thanks for doing business”
As we passed Mandraki, we put the sails up, and sailed for an hour all the way across the stretch of water to Kos. It was very peaceful without the sound of the engine and it was very calm with none of the large, bouncy waters like there had been a few days before.
Soon, the small fishing port that we would be staying, called Kamari, came into view. As we sailed for another ten minutes through the calm sea and the refreshing air, we noticed the four different land masses that were all around us. This was the Datca peninsula, then the Greek islands of Nisyros, Kos and Yiali, which is an island being scooped out for the natural rocks and resources. Eventually, after not much hassle and perfect teamwork, we were parked onto the harbour wall. We were now on another island.
As we sat in the cockpit under the shade, we watched a group of 20 Greek kids ( who had been our cheering audience as we were coming in ) running around and jumping into the water. The splashes were not helping Asena calm down, ever intent on rescuing anything that splashes too loudly!
The island of Kos is the third biggest in the Dodecanese and is just of the coast of Turkey, but I will tell you much more about the island, tomorrow.