So finally we left Preveza Marine with the weld hole fixed.
We scooted straight back down to Vlikho Bay for a day of recuperation. Old hands now at Lefkas Canal, Gill got the approach just right and we went down behind a gaggle of Sailing Holidays yachts. Straight off to Elena’s excellent tavern on the eastern side of the bay. Next day was general strike day in Greece. EVERY television was on in Nidri when we went there to pick up a few supplies. Such a shame – Greece has overextended itself and now they all know they will have to pay. Very, very sad rather than the anger we saw in Athens on the screen.
After a day in Vlikho we were off back to Ithaca, home of Ulysses, and a nasty lee shore on a breezy night only 30m from shore. Rodney Rocna held beautifully again and we shared the bay with a couple of other yachts.
From there the Peloponese part started and we were into new territory. First a nice sail cum motorsail to Killini on the mainland. A bit of a stark place with ferries and we struggled to find a good anchorage close to the dredgers. Later we were joined by a French Amel. An early start saw us on a flat sea and wind off the land. Up to 7.2k, really fast for us and a cracking sail to Katakolon.
Another port where we felt we needed to anchor as there were only a couple of tight berths. The Amel came in stern too but had to move to make way for cruise liner so ended p rafted to another boat. Looked a tricky manoeuvre to us.
Katakolon (all the places along here start with a ‘K’) has been built up as a cruise ship port with trips to Olympia. I was keen to go but we went for a drink instead and in the evening dinghied back to get some food. The worst meal we have had in Greece I’m afraid – all reconstituted meat. If that’s what the cruise ships get I’ll stick to Petronella thank you.
The wind got up so we were off by 7.30 again. This time the wind rose to F7 and we had quartering 2.5m waves. Educational, especially putting in reefs. It was a long sail and near the end the auto bilge pump came on and we found water/oil(?) in the bilges from the stern gland. Still not sorted but does not appear to be too much of a problem. Hopefully it will wait until we are hauled out. We ended up limping into Pilos or rather the big bay behind it, Ormos Navarimou where the Brits beat the Turks back in 1827.

We were knackered the next day with the stress of the sailing (we’re not used to this yet although Petronella sailed beautifully) and the new ‘leak’. It was blowing just as strong NW, just right for us, but we were too tired to go on. I rebuilt the manual bilge pump and read a book. Gill dinghied over to Wolf a German who had come to ask us the weather forecast. Food is getting a bit short – onions, tomatoes and spuds.
And so to now. We are motor sailing south east. We are past the first Cape (Ak Akritas) and working our way to the second (Ak Tainaro) know n to the ancient Greeks as the Gateway to Hades. At present though it is pretty flat water and we are making 6+ knots. Then we have the final Cape to negotiate before we are into the Aegean. Cape Maleas has a fearsome reputation so we will see how it goes.
Part 2 to follow.