Thursday 29th June saw us leaving Patmos for Samos.
It’s just a 27 mile or so sail to the NW, a relatively short passage but seemed to be the day for continually having to alter course: for the superfast Patmos Ferry, a British yacht motoring with no one on watch, two LBC’s, and finally a pair of trawlers dragging a complete fish farm half a mile astern of them.
We arrived in Pythagorion mid afternoon, it was blisteringly hot anchored stern too the harbour wall. Including water and electricity very inexpensive at 10 Euros. I am writing this blog retrospectively and on our subsequent visit to Samos it had decreased to 8 Euros – a massive difference from last year in Italy where the average Dick Turpin was 50 Euros per night. 
You are so close to the Tavernas you could almost read the menu which makes it very interesting having your evening shower, if you can imagine! I don’t want to be too graphic. However it’s great for people watching. Us watching them watching us.
Pythagorion harbour front
Gyros night
Samos is in the Eastern Sporades and is the closest Greek Island to Turkey 1 mile from Cape Mykale . The town was named Pythagorion relatively recently in 1955 in honour of Pythagoras who was born on Samos, formerly it was called Tigani meaning frying pan , which is self explanatory once you have seen the shape of the harbour.
The closeness to Turkey means quite a few boats visit and they seem to have an interesting approach to anchoring. I have never seen so many crossed anchors, its chaos, and apparently Symi is far worse, we won’t be going there.
Anchor Chaos in the morning
The French gang arrived here too and again we went out for dinner, this time they split up into Girls & Boys. Louise had to use her pigeon French, but it is getting better.
Samos
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