Domestic (well.. tea towel) abuse

We went to sleep despite the doof doof from a night club and the noise of aircraft leaving every 10 minutes from Corfu airport. Colin surfaced at 5.30 am to find it all still happening.. I don't think anyone had even changed the CD track.

Museum of Asian Art

We popped over to Corfu Town, leaving our tender at a pontoon on the NOAC (local yacht club) marina.
The town was busy. High Venetian town houses crowded round the esplanade and the very British park, complete with bandstand, was full of sweet smelling lime trees and trees with  beautiful purple blossom. Alleys crammed with touristy shops and restaurants, an Asian museum in an 18th century British built neoclassical building.

Modern art?

 Like everywhere else round here the island has been fought over and changed hands repeatedly, with the British being the last colonial bosses of the United States of Ionian Islands from 1815-1856, having kicked out the French. As a consequence there is a tangible British feel to the place that has continued to the present day with vast numbers of UK tourists visiting every year. The ambiance somewhat spoiled by mounds of rubbish everywhere. Is there a strike on?
Essentials done, we returned to our tender to find that a big superyacht had taken its place....they had carefully moved us but were very phlegmatic about it.

So off to the next port. Since the prevailing wind was still N we decided to head south to Sivota Mourtos on the mainland, more or less opposite the Southern end of Corfu. We motored a bit and sailed the latter half, when the wind increased from mid afternoon to a sailable breeze. Rod Heikell refers to the ' gentlemanly winds' round these parts.. quiet in the morning, giving a fine sail in the afternoon and quietening overnight to give a peaceful sleep.

M's Familiar

Crisscross

So how's our leaky bottom faring?
Last night's bung in the locker did not work... There was still water ingress.
So we decided it was worth trying to block it from underneath. We put a wooden bung in the drain tube from below but surprisingly this did not effectively block it.
I suggested that neither the bung, or tube were perfectly round.. How about padding it? Colin disappeared and emerged triumphantly with a wee bit of cloth. ... I recognised the check pattern.. He had just cut up my best tea towel. This is a heinous crime of greatest magnitude since is was our only functioning one. The others are pathetic scraps that aren't big enough to cover a stamp.  I was definitely cross. He is now completely responsible for all domestic matters. He insists it had perfect caulking attributes.

When we arrived at Sivota Mourtos there was a brisk NW blowing. So where best to anchor? At first we went into a pretty sheltered bay off the island of Agios Nikolaos to the N of the town. We anchored and took a stern line ashore. However by this time the wind was hard on our side and there was a significant roll and we were under pressure from the side. Not happy. So all up and find another spot.

We moved over to Monastery Bay a little NE on the mainland. It seemed more sheltered and we spent some time choosing our perfect spot.
Just settling and feeling relaxed.

There was a doof doof sound and the silhouette of 3 yachts arriving, each with about 10 scantily clad teenagers. The most miraculous of anchoring techniques ensued.
The first... a 50 footer chucked out its anchor just as the second arrived along side it, throwing lines to raft up.. Whilst several of the teenagers did double flips into the water.
The 3rd 50 footer had about 8 attempts to join the others. At one point it lay at 90 degrees and a lot of laughter ensued as they pulled it in against the wind and roll.
Great cheers as the inflatable flamingo went in and the steering wheel was removed to give extra cockpit room.
So all 3 hanging on one possibly effective anchor. At least 30 inebriated youngsters aboard... What can possibly go wrong here then?
A small group passed us in a tender with one of the presumed skippers aboard.
Old fusspot that I am, I felt compelled to mention my concern.
'Hi... Are you all planning to stay there overnight?'

... Um.. Yup

'on one anchor?'

... Um.. Dunno.. I think there are 2

'and the transits are OK?'

... Um... Eh? Whatshe say? . I dunno..

Ours were fine. We decided ignorance was bliss so went to the town for a meal.. Lovely village, good grub and perfect sunset.
As we arrive back the doof doof continues... It may be a long night.

And the leak?? Completely sorted. So that's a relief.. But what about my blinkin teatowel??

M