Many years ago I came to Patmos with a couple of mates, one of them, Ewan, had a pal whose sister was married to a Greek and they lived on Patmos. We visited them and the Greek husband whose name now escapes me had a Scottish / Greek accent and his favourite curse was “Diddy”. For those of you of a Southern persuasion,”Diddy” can be thought of as “Tit” for example “You’re just a couple of Diddies” As I near Patmos I can’t help remembering this.
Well, we had our first indication of the difficulty of trying to sail Northwards in the Aegean . A direct course to Patmos from Leros is roughly 17 miles, say 3 and a wee bit hours sailing. It took us 6 hours 45 minutes, we could’ve put the engine on, but it was the first short distance for ages. So we tacked back and forth.
There are a number of anchoring options in Patmos and for the first two days we chose Ormos Meloyi, although its a bit of a row in
Ormos Meloyi
after which we moved to Ayios Yeoryios and again met up with Nicolas. This time he had more French friends in tow – Jean Francois & Claude(ette).We had lunch with them in the taverna ashore. Louise had previously invited Nicolas for dinner on Camira and she extended it to them as well. You should have seen her face when Nicolas told her Jean Francois was a chef, who incidentally had the British Royal family stay at his hotel in the past. It’s apparently true that the Queen mum could put away the Gin! Louise’s Lasagna however was a sucess
Lunch and dinner on Camira
Funny but expensive over £1,000 wee dog in the Taverna
The next day a massive catamaran arrived with even more French pals. “C’est bon n’est pas?”
We were left to ourselves after a couple of days so we just continued to chill
