An interesting week. I would have liked to have done a better media job, but I guess you all know I’m not that good at it. So I guess I’ll just have to blab it all out.
So Wednesday I headed out to ol’ Zoot to see how she/he (?) weathered a lot of rain from the previous days. Here’s how I get there I walk down the path and get to the deflatables and pull them in from their mooring with an “Italian” cloths line (this is Alex’s setup and I’m so grateful for his sharing) It apparently rained alot, so I took mine out on the beach to drain In ol’ Zoot I sponged out a couple of liters out of the v-berth bilge which had entered from the chain locker. I also lifted the the bedding and storage space to air out. Gotta figure something out here. The stored extra sails were kinda damp, not a good thing.
Later on, I had dinner with Vicky and found Kosta at the club on my way home (way to humid to stay over+ a busy day Thursday). There’s a 2 day race this weekend to Karistos (approx 20nmiles east). He proposed we use Zoot Allures as a comity boat. That meant having Kostas with me for 2 days and he can see what and how Zoot does the voodoo she does so well. Of course I agreed and cancelled going to a big family getogether on Saturday (which was a sacrifice… one of my cousins was in from England and I really wanted to see him… Hey John!)
Thursday afternoon… at the port I helped prep that old Tahiti Ketch for it’s haul out the next morning. Friday morning was a beautiful day but I couldn’t hang long enough due to work and missed the crane. When I got back I found Kosta up some other guys mast and by the time he was done, it was dark so we cancelled bringing ol’ Zoot to the harbor and set up a rendezvous at 8am for me to pick him up.
The weekend forecast. 20knot southern winds gusting to 30. Early Saturday morning was beauuutiful but out east was looking nasty. As I was taking the shot, I hear a voice saying “take my picture too”. It was Alex and he’s coming to Karistos as well for the fun of it!
So, 8am… picked up Kostas from the dock (yikes, I hate docking!), we dumped a huge balloon in the middle of the port and head on out to Karistos in order to clock the racers. The ride over was smooth, we motored, we sailed and Kosta had a chance to “hear” the spinning prop. We also tried its max power and the Perkins only got up to 3200rpm concluding that the prop is “weak” and should be tuned and maybe replaced with a folding one. Entering the Karisto port we dumped my water jerry jug with my dinghy anchor for a finishing buoy. After tying up at dock, Kostas went out to clock the racers and I helped Alex side tie next to me. After every one had sailed in safely, Kostas and I indulged Alex’s hospitality of rice and corn and salads and munchies and we went through 4 bottles of wine!! Then we went out to dinner (ok, we took breaks in-between and hung out a bit with the other boat-ies. By then the southerlies had really piped up, clouds rolled by and the mountain behind us seemed like hell was breaking loose. “Winter without the cold” was the expression we all used. Here’s a pic of ol’Zoot and how the old and new (70’s) architecture blends in in Karistos (idiots!!)(God, I’m blabbing)
Sunday, 10am. After all the racers exited the harbor, so did we to “honk” the race. That’s when my heart sank. The waves where over 2 meters high!!!. After “honking” and picking up my water jug (after 3 tries with Kostas driving!) we headed back for a 4 hour journey plowing in waves “this high”! Not much to say and no documentation…. I was absolutely useless feeling sick and humiliated in front of my main dude. WTF! How am I gonna “sail the 7 seas” alone one day?!?! But the nice thing is that ol’ Zoot Allures took it like a champ!
Back in Porto Rafti, we docked in the harbor (lots of southerlies this week) and Alex and I went for sardines, anchovies, beets and garlic “skordalia” and a much deserved beer.
Then, back home and “kapoot”!
to voyages of sea-sick sailor Pete (Captain “tis kakias oras” or “tis poutsas” as we say in Greek)!
ps.. I’m telling you, those f%$#@ waves where THIS HIGH!!! Or was it the 4 bottles of wine talking….