The next passage was to Lesbos another 50 miles and again we were waiting for a favourable weather window.
So the next week was spent going into Khios town, the dreaded supermarket shop and all the usual restocking requirements.
I love shopping (not) but happily Louise does
Tapas in wee taverna in old town was very nice and good value
I mentioned earlier that there was no water – well in fact I traced a water pipe to a manhole on another pontoon, we had moved further in by now, and I quite happily filled up our 3 x 25 litre containers and ferried them back to fill our tank. It was only afterword when I mentioned to George (of whom more later) I discovered this was a private supply someone had installed for themselves, oops. What this meant was we had to walk along to the nearby small fishing harbour to use their tap which was switched on for an hour in the morning and evening. Oh the luxury of sailing the Med eh?
The fishing harbour well at least I could get a beer during the water run
We met an older couple from New Zealand who were trying to sell their boat as the man had unfortunately had a stroke and was attending the local hospital, which luckily was very close. They had been here for 3 years; goodness knows how they managed without facilities, such a shame. However they were happy with their lot. Tough bunch these world cruisers.
The Kiwi’s boat and … Our new berth further in
The Marina
Harking back to Nicolas’s shirt in a previous post. He had picked up a stowaway – Roland the Rat. The next few days were spent finding and poisoning it. Thankfully after about 4 days the rat was indeed despatched, toes turned up on his chart cushion one morning.
This rat is no more ( I thought he was quite cute myself)
Luckily no lasting damage, a rat can make a terrible mess of electric cables, wood work, upholstery etc.
It was a good night’s celebration (a few days) after that ….. once the boat was sqeaky clean (Sorry).
Calamari on Nicolas’s boat – Well I think it was calamari , where’s Roland ?
Louise however was now anxious with Camira being alongside the harbour wall so we were keen to leave asap, in case there was “The return of the rodent”
My contribution was to stuff the bilge pump outlets with brillo wire … good eh?
