After a few days of strong Northerlies, things calmed down a bit allowing us to continue our journey up to Navplion in comfort. We set off from Koiladia towards Astrous. We motor sailed for a while, since the batteries needed topping up and we wanted hot water for showers, but in doing so missed the best of the wind. With the dying wind, and an uninviting rain cloud over Astrous, we diverted North to Tolo.
Then the engine skipped a beat. Bugger. We looked at each other - does it sound the same? Are we being paranoid? No .... there's a definite low throbbing. We figured we had probably picked something up on the propeller. We chugged the last hour into Tolo with our fingers crossed, knowing that if we had barely enough wind to sail if we needed to.
This morning we got up and went swimming. All of you reading this in colder climes might think we're doing this every day before breakfast. We're not, its freeezzzing. (We're running 5K every day instead). Before today, the only time one of us has been swimming before was when I swam the length of Porto Kheli bay to retrieve the dinghy I'd "tied on". Anyway, yes, there was a clear clump of plastic bag wrapped around our prop.
I attacked the problem with full armour, and a lattice work of ropes to hold me steady.
Sara preferred the "free diving" approach.
Tolo, despite all authorities claiming it to be a tourist hell, is lovely. That being said, perhaps it was just because it was so quiet. We had a lovely bay on the north west of Nisos Tolo to ourselves.
The only other yacht with us in the large docks at Navplion today is four times as long as Grace.
Then the engine skipped a beat. Bugger. We looked at each other - does it sound the same? Are we being paranoid? No .... there's a definite low throbbing. We figured we had probably picked something up on the propeller. We chugged the last hour into Tolo with our fingers crossed, knowing that if we had barely enough wind to sail if we needed to.
This morning we got up and went swimming. All of you reading this in colder climes might think we're doing this every day before breakfast. We're not, its freeezzzing. (We're running 5K every day instead). Before today, the only time one of us has been swimming before was when I swam the length of Porto Kheli bay to retrieve the dinghy I'd "tied on". Anyway, yes, there was a clear clump of plastic bag wrapped around our prop.
I attacked the problem with full armour, and a lattice work of ropes to hold me steady.
Sara preferred the "free diving" approach.
Tolo, despite all authorities claiming it to be a tourist hell, is lovely. That being said, perhaps it was just because it was so quiet. We had a lovely bay on the north west of Nisos Tolo to ourselves.
The only other yacht with us in the large docks at Navplion today is four times as long as Grace.
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