No where in the Ionian is very far away, so each hop is no more than a couple of hours. There’s not much wind either so there was a lot of motoring which means it is also very hot, I’m really not complaining!
We left Parga and headed back northwards to a small island called Nsis Ag Nikolaos, which is just across from Syvota on the mainland. We found a lovely sheltered spot where we tied to a rock and we weren’t too far to dinghy ashore. A guy in a dinghy was going alongside the few boats anchored inviting us to moor the boat on his pontoon, which is quite normal here in Greece, there is no charge just an expectation to eat at the taverna. Which isn’t a bad deal as they often have electric and water available, but we did decline on this occasion.
We like to visit places that are off the tourist trail and our next port of call was definitely that. A place called Sagiada, a small village on the mainland. There were just a handful of tavernas and we’d heard that the fish was very good at one of them, the prawns were delicious and of course a Greek salad. We had eaten half of it before I thought ought to take a picture.
A few years ago, Ian and I had visited Ag Stefanos on the northeast coast of Corfu, not to be confused with the place of the same name on the northwest coast. We said that we would come back again but next time by boat and so we did. Ian initially insisted on anchoring as near to the shore as possible, which is what us catamaran owners do, as we only have a shallow draft. However, the guy in one of the Taverna’s wasn’t too happy as he wanted it clear in front of his pontoon as he wanted to be able to wave and whistle at people coming in to direct them to his pontoon. The guy on the next pontoon was doing the same. So, we did accommodate him and move over. This bay was in complete contrast to Sagiada and was very busy with boats. We went ashore for a drink, watching the world go by and reflecting on life and remembering what a very different day this 14th June was to the one 30 years ago when I’d just given birth to my son. The only similarity was that it was hot then too.
As we came out of the bay, sailing along, well actually motoring, as usual no wind, was Arctic Fern, (Howard, Caroline, Jessica and Olivia who we spent the last two winters with) who had only arrived in Corfu in the last few days. So we motored alongside and chatted until we got to the bay at Gouvia where we left them as we were headed back to Mandraki Marina where we would leave the boats for four nights as we were returning to the UK to say farewell to our very dear friend Primrose.
We arrived back on the boat with a stowaway, daughter Jessica. Plus we had friends Julia and James who were in Corfu on holiday and so they joined us for a couple of days. We’d liked Nsis Ag Nikolaos so much that we took them there. We actually had some wind so on our way back to Corfu Old Town we were able to have a sail which pleased Julia no end. The airport is close to the anchorage so we could see Jessica’s plane take her home.
We’d spent quite a bit of time around Corfu, it’s a very convenient place to fly back to the UK from as there are flights available into Southend airport but it was finally time to move on and wave goodbye to Corfu. Well not until the following day anyway. We headed down, motoring again, to Petriti, on the south coast for the night as it would be quieter than Corfu old Town and it would give us a head start as we had quite a long journey the next day compared to the usual hops.
It’s Sunday 23rd June and we were off to Preveza. Artic Fern were our cruising companions for this trip. We had said we would leave about 8 o’clock at which time Ian was still in bed, surprise surprise. So, Ian does his usual jumps out of bed at 8.09, yes he does that from time to time and we’re off. Much to the surprise of Howard who didn’t think we were up! Well we weren’t!! We arrived in Preveza and we were both lucky enough to find a space on the Town Quay. It was an overcast day, which we didn’t mind for a change, so it was a little cooler just 28 degrees in the saloon. Preveza is a small town which during the day is rather quiet but at night hundreds of people seem to appear out of nowhere.
We spent a couple of nights here and then we would be making our way down and through the Lefkas Canal where we would be going to the busiest part of the Ionian.