We woke this morning with the bay of Lakka lit up with bright morning sun and the water crystal clear.
During breakfast Peter spied, through the gangway, the stern of a German yacht hoving into view. Everyone looked lively to fend off the foe. Laura was able to kick our boat off just as the skipper arrived on deck. We both switched on our engines and moved forwards.
We had to leave Lakka, owning to the harbour master swimming out wearing what appeared to be a flower pot on her head. She was discouraged from coming too close, owing to morning ablutions and the possibility that we might open the waste tanks. Fortunately, it became clear, that we were not her intended target. Instead she was strangely drawn to the Swedish siren languishing provocatively whilst her husband (of course an assumption, it might have been a toy boy) prepared a delicious dish of meatballs.
So we ran the gauntlet of the gin palace, (not stopping for drinks as it was only Gordon's).
Having narrowly averted two international incidents, we set off to view caves that have formed in cliffs along the west side of the island - as recommended by Rod. One was said to have housed a submarine during the Second World War to allow the Greeks to hide from the invading Germans. We didn't locate the 'submarine cave', but enjoyed pootling about in the tender looking at the rock formations.
Considering the amount of cheese there is to purchase, we are yet to set eyes on a goat. The quest continues.
Later: We did see a goat on the way into Gaios - but he was all alone so he must be one busy goat. After viewing the submarine pens we went to Mongonissi for lunch which is a bay between the main Paxos island and a little one off the South end. We dropped anchor and moored stern on to the quay. This is the standard practice here as generally there are no lazy lines. Good lunch - freshly caught tuna steaks and sea bream.
After lunch things went down hill. First a flotilla arrived and a bloke that looked like he was auditioning for the Bee Gees in 1976 arrived on the quay with his handheld VHF to talk his charges through mooring up. This involved the usual shouting and arm waving. All the drones had their VHF on deck speaker so Barry's voice was booming round the bay. THEN a bloody catamaran arrived and moored up right next to us. We decided to leave. The nearest drone said "It looks very relaxing what you're doing - you just do whatever you like." CORRECT.
We sailed up to Gaios on two longish tacks and motored up the narrow channel. A good spot on the quay was free with a quiet looking bar behind. Result! All was good until we realised that the quiet looking bar was a bloody nightclub. We have a talent for picking these out! So no sleep until 4am. This is a cool place so it is rather a shame. Needless to say there has been some stronger language used on this subject. So, having had breakfast in a quiet-ish cafe (someone is pneumatic drilling the quay) we are heading off to Anti-Paxos to inspect Emerald Bay.
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