I hear you loud and clear!
Well last week was kinda rough. On antibiotics, a heat wave, off the booze and not being able to dunk my head in the sea. But Friday we were promised a spectacular moon. My ear was fine after 2 days and I went to the doc for a followup Friday morning. He said I was fine and to stop the drugs which my body doesn’t appreciate (I hate drugs with instructions). So to celebrate, my great friend Hari and her man Kostas came down to celebrate with a ….watermelon.
They came rather early, the sun was still mighty brutal but we managed to have a good time catching up and being silly even though I was still keeping my head above water, the watermelon sucked(!) and a swell was getting to them. Plus we gotta thank Kostas for playing around with his camera. Otherwise this wouldn’t be much of a post.
We had mermaids in the sea
After chilling and napping to recover from “heated” garb, eventually the moon arose as the sun set. It was all quite beautiful.
Apparently taking a shot like this on a boat rocking in a swell is next to impossible. Soon the watermelon and the swell took its toll and… lets say the contents of my bucket was a banana peel from my breakfast, half a watermelon…. and poor Hari’s spline. The only thing left to do was to get them back to land asap…. and the bash got slashed.
The rest of the weekend was spent visiting the cuz G.S. dwellings and the Alex family (aka Alex, Efi and “the Kid”….. I even got a haircut out of it…. thanks Efi!). The meltemi is back and it has cooled down abit. But swinging and rocking around on my mooring is getting a bit old. I was supposed to head out on the “dog cruise” on Wednesday but with a force 6+ it wouldn’t be prudent. It’s forecast for a 7 Friday. WTF?!? And next weeks looking ambiguous.
Feeling stuck, I head back to Athens last night while picking up my nephew from the airport. Here at home I found an email in my spam folder(?) from my Dutch friends Ulbe a Carla with pics and instructions on Almiropotamo (thanks guys!) where the “dog cruise” was heading. I think it’s time to take ol’ Zoot out for a serious sea trail. It’s not the wind that bothers me so much but the waves. It’ll be a close haul against the wind aka beating into the wind… and alot of wave bashing
ps… remember the “where’s Waldo” comic puzzle? Welcome to “where’s Capt Pete”! There’s a prize for the winner.