Nea Moudhania

What had been a quiet anchorage the night before, through the canal on the east side of Kassandra, was in the morning a washing machine. Bob & Andrea were also anchored in the bay. Now being an old hand at this canal transit we decided to get out of the roller coaster ride and brave the entrance to the canal. It needed a bit of power and concentration but once passed the entrance it was fine.

Nea Moudhania was  35 minutes away. It is more of a working town than a resort. It serves as a hub for the Kassandra Peninsula and the agricultural interior. The water front is a busy place, with commerce rather than tourism, and in the harbour you are in the middle of town.

We managed to secure a place alongside and a friendly old fisherman working on his boat took our lines. The people we have met are extremely friendly hereabouts (even I suppose Medusa Stella in her way). Lily made a break for freedom and I headed off to the Port Police!

Talk about night & day.

I was in and out, Dekpa stamped, in 15 minutes by a friendly female officer no issues what so ever. It seems it depends on your luck and the guys on the ground interpretation of the law?

On return to the harbour Lily had entered a yacht club under a locked fence and I had to attempt a limbo with ample girth under the gate to retrieve her.

The limbo , and the chinese laundry boat

The mats and towels on the gurdrails are so that lily doesn’t jump into the netting and rebound like a trampoline . She can’t see the safety netting !!!

We both liked Nea Moudhania but it was marred by a sad episode:  a young seagull had got its foot caught in a lamppost and was hanging upside down. The fire brigade did turn up after a while but their ladder was too short. They sent for a cherry picker which then took ages to arrive. The poor young bird died as it arrived. Louise has a picture but I can’t bring myself to post it. Very sad.

We did go out that night , just for ease of not cooking but it was a bit downbeat.