Kefalonia is the setting for Louis de Bernieres World War II novel, "Captain Corelli's Mandolin".
One of the first things you see if you get off the ferry here is a signpost to the monument to the Italians killed here. It is the largest of the Greek Ionian Islands and home to Mount Enos - at 1628m - it is one of the highest mountains in Greece.
In common with the other Ionian islands Kefalonia straddles a major fault line and is subject to earthquakes. The last big one in 1953 levelled 80% of the buildings on the island, but as it occurred on a summer afternoon most people were outdoors, thus the death toll was mercifully lower than it might otherwise have been.
We sailed from Ithaca and arrived at Kefalonia's east coast port of Sami. Kefalonia is a very green island, but sailing down the coast we noticed (in amongst healthy trees) large swathes of forest had simply died. Later we learned that earthquakes often change the course of the underground water table and where there was once water, it suddenly no longer exists. We saw the ruins of ancient villages that had to move for this same reason.
Our destination on Kefalonia was the ancient port of Sami - It is now the main gateway from the Greek mainland and other islands to Kefalonia and thus is a port busy with ferry traffic.
As we arrived midday we were able to find a berth on the concrete hammerhead pontoon in the small harbour. The following day Cathy and I hired a motor scooter and headed off to see the sights.
Our first stop was the Melissani Underground Lake with its crystal clear water - several hundred feet deep.
Thousands of years ago this used to be an underground cavern. The roof collapsed and now allows the sun in to illuminate the crystal clear water inside the cavern. It is possible to take a boat ride into the lake. The water is brackish but using chemical dyes they have determined that the water travels from the far side of Kefalonia and across the island through a network of caves like this one and out to the sea.
In the evening we went ashore to a taverna and watched the World Cup, "England vs. USA" match on TV. We are not terribly into football - but what an awful match! Bad show England! The best part of the evening was the cold beer and snacks.
The following day we hit the road and headed for Argostoli, about 24km on the other side of the island - not very far, but there is a mountain range in between! There are two things Cathy doesn't like: Strong wind and heights. Kefalonia has both!
We set out in the morning and as we started up the mountain side through the valley we had what could only be described as a "bug storm" - it seemed every living insect on the island was in the air and smacked into us as we ascended the mountain bends.
Q: How can you tell a happy motor cyclist?
A: By the bugs on his teeth!
[Cathy did not think this was funny either!]
As we ascended we had to avoid falling rocks and goats on the road. When we negotiated the switchback hairpin curves - I thought it sounded as something was wrong with the brakes until I realised it was Cathy gasping when we went around the corners! (Hey, she is the bravest woman I know - and I can't think of anyone I would rather be with - in a storm, 300 miles off shore!). Anyway, we made it over the top, down the other side and into Argostoli.
We took the shortcut into town via the Drepano Causeway (below) - originally built of wood and stone. We stopped to say hello to the swans, who no doubt thought they were going to get fed.
There was a very interesting Archeological Museum of finds showing Mycenean and Stone Age remains. There were some amazing detailed Roman busts like the one below that indicated there were important people and skilled artists living in Kefalonia under the Romans occupation.
On the way back across the central mountain range we stopped off at the Robola Winery that is near Ayios Yerasimos under the shadow of Mount Enos.
We were treated to a tour by the manager of the Robola Winery followed by a tasting of all the wines! Robola grapes produce only white wine, which has a delicious lemony taste. Needless to say the scooter trip back was less frightening.
We learned that the grape plants were grown close to the ground rather than vines on wires - so the grapes provided their own shade and the roots went deep into the soil. (Laura Barclay would have found it very interesting!) - also that earth tremors could alter the water table and kill off an entire field of vines.
Next our whistlestop tour took in what is described as "The Ancient Acropolis of Sami" perched on top of a small mountain to the east of Sami. After negotiating some serious hairpin bends we ended up on a goat track and hiked the rest of the way up the hill. We discovered the ruins of the Ancient Acropolis were truly amazing and well worth risking life and limb on the scooter to get there. There is very little known about the ruins and an archeological excavation is in progress to find out more. The scale of the stones and height of the walls is awesome.
The views span to both sides of the island. It must have been a very impressive from the sea. Time, battles and earthquakes have now taken their toll.
I am certain this old olive tree growing on the hillside that we saw on the way back down from the Acropolis could tell many stories. We felt a certain rapport to see how old and gnarled it has grown!
From Sami we sailed (motored!) up the Kefalonia Channel to the northen end of the Island to Fiskardo. We moored "bows to" on the new floating pontoon. There was a slight problem in there was an eight foot drop from the front of the boat to get on the pontoon - (solution at the end!).
In Fiskardo we made some interesting discoveries that were not on the tourist map. Behind a building site there was clearly a Roman Forum that had been uncovered during the construction of a block of flats. We happened to spot the dig through a gap in the fence.
Fiskardo has a charming local history museum - most of the displays appeared to have been done by students from the local school. A skeleton of a small whale caught our eye and so did the fact that it was killed by a plastic bag! Whales like turtles eat jellyfish and mistake a floating plastic bag as their favourite food.
Despite temperatures in the mid-30s, we had a hike around the point near Fiskardo and discovered the Venetian light house below. We went inside and climbed the stairs to the top. On the way down we discovered the whole staircase was supported by a bit of stone about 1" wide - So much for Health & Safety in Greece!
On the same walk we found what appeared to be a Norman Church in the scrubland. This is believed to be associated with Robert Guiscard the Norman ruler of Sicily, who also invaded Kefalonia. He’s said to have died of the plague shortly after he arrived!
On the outskirts of Fiskardo we went snorkeling off a small pebble beach. Behind the beach on the hillside was an interesting site of a Roman graveyard and just at the beach they had uncovered a Roman bath house (below).
Note the remains of the hypocaust [under floor heating] - it was fun to think that Romans were using this same beach several thousand years ago - just as we were today.
Finally we cannot leave Kefalonia without showing you my clever wife's solution of how to get off the front of the boat when it is almost eight feet down to the pontoon! 10/10.
Seriously good engineering!
15 June 2010 "Hello World !"
Communication with friends and loved ones from a boat on the move can be quite a challenge!
When we started out last year we were kitted out by our friend Matt, MD of WiFi Spark to allow us to zoom in on and access unprotected WiFi networks ashore. [When kids do this by going around in a car - its called "War Driving".] We have two professional antennas and the equipment onboard to enable us to pick up a gnat broadcasting on WiFi at a range of 1 mile!
The only problem is that most of the WiFi systems we have experienced have been in the "Chocolate Teapot" category of usefulness. Bandwidths of less than 1 Mbps are quite common. And as you can see from the picture above, some WiFi systems...well, they are just not plugged in.
We have an HF Ham radio on-board which lets us send and receive email via the WinLink network. It is really great when you are a couple of hundred miles out at sea to be able to stay in touch - but we’re lucky if we can get data rates as high a 600bps which means a short email might take as much as five minutes to transmit or receive. We are limited to the time we can use the WinLink Network (Typically 60 - 90 minutes a day) so we tend to use this only when we’re at sea and can’t get anything else.
We also have a couple of VHF radios (range about 40 miles) and an Inmarsat C satellite transceiver - but these also tend to be useless (or too expensive) for anything other than emergencies. We could do "ship-to-shore" telephone calls, but the costs are measured in £/sec!
So up until this year our main means of communication has been to go ashore and track down a local Internet Cafe. Simple you might think, but if you think it is a nightmare trying to get Microsoft Windows software to do what you want - you should try it when everything is in Greek! And how do you respond when you get one of those little pop up windows that say things like, " Windows has discovered an error and will have to reboot - press "yes" to lose all your work, or "no" to be asked this same question again."
You can take your own laptop – at least the screen now speaks a language you can understand! But the last time we did this, all our PCs got infected with a noxious virus that took ten days and lots of effort to get rid of.
Things looked up when a good friend from Bovey found us two second-hand Nokia N-95 mobile phones as they do WiFi and Internet as well. So we would walk around towns with our phones held up in the air scanning for WiFi signals - a bit like StarTrek scanning for life on an uninhabited planet. The N-95's have been pretty useful, and it works especially well as a camera! Sadly, I managed to crack my screen.
A replacement arrived from e-Bay and I carried out replacement surgery (above) on the boat. Believe it or not it was successful and my phone is back in action.
The real breakthrough came when we got a "Cosmote Dongle." This is not some weird kind of piercing – it’s a plug in USB stick that enables our new netbook PC to go online using the Greek 3G network. Not everywhere mind you, but when we get a good 3G connection we can email, blog and we have even managed a couple of Skype video calls to the UK and America! Wow, that was better than pictures from the moon!
So now we can make contact with friends and family from the boat without even going ashore. This is a wonderful thing. As the song goes, " ...we may not always know where we are going, but we know where we come from." It is great to call home.
When we started out last year we were kitted out by our friend Matt, MD of WiFi Spark to allow us to zoom in on and access unprotected WiFi networks ashore. [When kids do this by going around in a car - its called "War Driving".] We have two professional antennas and the equipment onboard to enable us to pick up a gnat broadcasting on WiFi at a range of 1 mile!
The only problem is that most of the WiFi systems we have experienced have been in the "Chocolate Teapot" category of usefulness. Bandwidths of less than 1 Mbps are quite common. And as you can see from the picture above, some WiFi systems...well, they are just not plugged in.
We have an HF Ham radio on-board which lets us send and receive email via the WinLink network. It is really great when you are a couple of hundred miles out at sea to be able to stay in touch - but we’re lucky if we can get data rates as high a 600bps which means a short email might take as much as five minutes to transmit or receive. We are limited to the time we can use the WinLink Network (Typically 60 - 90 minutes a day) so we tend to use this only when we’re at sea and can’t get anything else.
We also have a couple of VHF radios (range about 40 miles) and an Inmarsat C satellite transceiver - but these also tend to be useless (or too expensive) for anything other than emergencies. We could do "ship-to-shore" telephone calls, but the costs are measured in £/sec!
So up until this year our main means of communication has been to go ashore and track down a local Internet Cafe. Simple you might think, but if you think it is a nightmare trying to get Microsoft Windows software to do what you want - you should try it when everything is in Greek! And how do you respond when you get one of those little pop up windows that say things like, " Windows has discovered an error and will have to reboot - press "yes" to lose all your work, or "no" to be asked this same question again."
You can take your own laptop – at least the screen now speaks a language you can understand! But the last time we did this, all our PCs got infected with a noxious virus that took ten days and lots of effort to get rid of.
Things looked up when a good friend from Bovey found us two second-hand Nokia N-95 mobile phones as they do WiFi and Internet as well. So we would walk around towns with our phones held up in the air scanning for WiFi signals - a bit like StarTrek scanning for life on an uninhabited planet. The N-95's have been pretty useful, and it works especially well as a camera! Sadly, I managed to crack my screen.
A replacement arrived from e-Bay and I carried out replacement surgery (above) on the boat. Believe it or not it was successful and my phone is back in action.
The real breakthrough came when we got a "Cosmote Dongle." This is not some weird kind of piercing – it’s a plug in USB stick that enables our new netbook PC to go online using the Greek 3G network. Not everywhere mind you, but when we get a good 3G connection we can email, blog and we have even managed a couple of Skype video calls to the UK and America! Wow, that was better than pictures from the moon!
So now we can make contact with friends and family from the boat without even going ashore. This is a wonderful thing. As the song goes, " ...we may not always know where we are going, but we know where we come from." It is great to call home.
Owl Update 21 June 2010
Score: Owl(s) - 0, Leighton - 2.
A recent photo for those who still think it is impossible to catch a 'submarine hunting' (Scops) owl with a cardboard box and secret owl food.
WARNING: If you try this at home, be careful. These little fellows are tiny, but have attitude and can bite like a loggerhead turtle!
[Before you email - All animals were released unharmed and enjoyed a good meal of "owl delight" before their departure back to Hogwarts.]
Leighton
A recent photo for those who still think it is impossible to catch a 'submarine hunting' (Scops) owl with a cardboard box and secret owl food.
WARNING: If you try this at home, be careful. These little fellows are tiny, but have attitude and can bite like a loggerhead turtle!
[Before you email - All animals were released unharmed and enjoyed a good meal of "owl delight" before their departure back to Hogwarts.]
Leighton
8th June 2010 Vathi, Ithaca
By now space is getting to be at a premium in these waters, and we dread what it will be like when the Italians arrive en masse in July. No wonder many cruisers go home in July and August. Sailing Holidays have 15 flotillas operating in this area – having withdrawn from Croatia because of spiralling costs there. Charter and flotilla boats vastly outnumber privately owned boats. Skippers and crew haven’t had a lot of practice anchoring or berthing. Every time we come into a harbour these days, we can count on a bit of drama, much of it highly entertaining if you’re not on the receiving end of it. Boats bumping into each other; windlass remotes chewed up in the winch; anchors dropped in the dinghy by mistake; crossed anchors and indignant shouting – we’ve seen it all.
On 30th May we headed south from Levkas after a great reunion with Frank and Anneke who are returning to Holland to do some contract work for a few months. It is slow going with nose to tail boats along the Levkas canal. After a couple of hours of slow tacking in a light southwesterly, we anchor in Abelike bay, one of the deeply indented coves on the north coast of Meganisi. We take our place in the long row of boats tied up here and take a line ashore. The crystal clear water is just warm enough to swim.
With NW6 forecast next day, we decide we need a more sheltered spot and move to Port Leone on Kalamos island. Mistake! The wind gusted down the lee side of the island, and dumped straight on to the anchorage. We had to re-lay our anchor several times that afternoon and did anchor watch until 4am when the gusts finally eased. Very tiresome.
We are feeling weary we ease ourselves into Port Kalamos harbour next morning. With local taverna owner George’s help with the lines, we moor alongside a boat we recognise from Aktio boatyard, home to John, Vera and Tanner, a six year old blind black cat. There should be a George in every harbour. He’s the unofficial harbour master, squeezing boats in tight to make the most of the space so no-one gets turned away, and minimising crossed anchors by supervising where boats drop their hook. All done with the aim of packing more punters into his taverna – the first night we were there, he fed 200 diners. Every morning we woke to the sound of a fisherman thwacking octopus with a flat paddle to tenderise them – for serving in George’s taverna.
We left Port Kalamos on 6th June, having delayed one day because of thunderstorms and reports of waterspouts on our route. We had a wonderful walk through the pine woods to Episkopi instead.
So finally we arrive Ithaca, home of Odysseus! We’re excited to reach one of the goals of our voyage and I dig out Cavafy’s poem to remind ourselves that we are indeed enriched by the experiences we have gained along the way.
Vathi, the capital of the island, has a magnificent harbour at the head of the gulf of Molo, which is reputed to be the windiest place in the Ionian.
The wind was just picking up as we snapped up the last place to park on the sheltered NE quay. Every afternoon a stiff breeze funnelled into the harbour kicking up quite a chop for boats at anchor and tied up to the town quay, but we avoided the worst of it.
Leighton (who hasn't taken 10 years to get here) with Odysseus
Our tour of the island by hire car did not start well. The road south from Vathi emerges from fields and olive groves on to an open cliff top with a sheer drop to the sea on one side with no parapet and a sheer rock wall on the other. It narrowed to a car’s width and there was nowhere to turn. The views were spectacular but Cathy’s nerves failed and she got out of the car, leaving Leighton to reverse hundreds of yards back onto safer ground!
Yesterday’s tour of the north of the island went better. Armed with our battered copy of the Odyssey, our circuit took in Stavros; a visit to the ruins of Homer’s School; a museum containing 8th century BC bronze and clay artefacts dug out of a cave in Polis bay; a swim near Frikes and a beer in picturesque Kioni harbour.
On 30th May we headed south from Levkas after a great reunion with Frank and Anneke who are returning to Holland to do some contract work for a few months. It is slow going with nose to tail boats along the Levkas canal. After a couple of hours of slow tacking in a light southwesterly, we anchor in Abelike bay, one of the deeply indented coves on the north coast of Meganisi. We take our place in the long row of boats tied up here and take a line ashore. The crystal clear water is just warm enough to swim.
With NW6 forecast next day, we decide we need a more sheltered spot and move to Port Leone on Kalamos island. Mistake! The wind gusted down the lee side of the island, and dumped straight on to the anchorage. We had to re-lay our anchor several times that afternoon and did anchor watch until 4am when the gusts finally eased. Very tiresome.
We are feeling weary we ease ourselves into Port Kalamos harbour next morning. With local taverna owner George’s help with the lines, we moor alongside a boat we recognise from Aktio boatyard, home to John, Vera and Tanner, a six year old blind black cat. There should be a George in every harbour. He’s the unofficial harbour master, squeezing boats in tight to make the most of the space so no-one gets turned away, and minimising crossed anchors by supervising where boats drop their hook. All done with the aim of packing more punters into his taverna – the first night we were there, he fed 200 diners. Every morning we woke to the sound of a fisherman thwacking octopus with a flat paddle to tenderise them – for serving in George’s taverna.
We left Port Kalamos on 6th June, having delayed one day because of thunderstorms and reports of waterspouts on our route. We had a wonderful walk through the pine woods to Episkopi instead.
So finally we arrive Ithaca, home of Odysseus! We’re excited to reach one of the goals of our voyage and I dig out Cavafy’s poem to remind ourselves that we are indeed enriched by the experiences we have gained along the way.
Vathi, the capital of the island, has a magnificent harbour at the head of the gulf of Molo, which is reputed to be the windiest place in the Ionian.
The wind was just picking up as we snapped up the last place to park on the sheltered NE quay. Every afternoon a stiff breeze funnelled into the harbour kicking up quite a chop for boats at anchor and tied up to the town quay, but we avoided the worst of it.
Leighton (who hasn't taken 10 years to get here) with Odysseus
Our tour of the island by hire car did not start well. The road south from Vathi emerges from fields and olive groves on to an open cliff top with a sheer drop to the sea on one side with no parapet and a sheer rock wall on the other. It narrowed to a car’s width and there was nowhere to turn. The views were spectacular but Cathy’s nerves failed and she got out of the car, leaving Leighton to reverse hundreds of yards back onto safer ground!
Yesterday’s tour of the north of the island went better. Armed with our battered copy of the Odyssey, our circuit took in Stavros; a visit to the ruins of Homer’s School; a museum containing 8th century BC bronze and clay artefacts dug out of a cave in Polis bay; a swim near Frikes and a beer in picturesque Kioni harbour.
5th June - Tribute to a real mariner
We were very saddened to hear that Makarma's previous owner - Gordon Young - has recently lost his battle with prostate cancer. The truth is that none of us get out of here alive - All of us could dream, but few of us could claim to have crossed oceans and lived the life and experiences that he shared with Tessa for eight years onboard this boat.
Because of Gordon's love of colour - when we first met him he was wearing a vividly patterned Guatemalan hat - we decided we would honour his passing by putting out the dress flags. Here is Leighton putting up flags that spell out "GORDON21/5" (the date of his death).
Gordon may physically be gone, but his spirit is very much alive on this boat. We respect that spirit. Everyday we are reminded of it. We will miss the banter with him and trying to work out the purpose of funny pieces of rope or the odd bit of metal from the bottom of the spares locker - never thrown away - as Gordon would always take great pleasure in explaining what it was, and how it should be used! We loved trading ideas to make Makarma better.
Continuing his tradition of exploring and adventure has become a major part of our lives.
Because of Gordon's love of colour - when we first met him he was wearing a vividly patterned Guatemalan hat - we decided we would honour his passing by putting out the dress flags. Here is Leighton putting up flags that spell out "GORDON21/5" (the date of his death).
Gordon may physically be gone, but his spirit is very much alive on this boat. We respect that spirit. Everyday we are reminded of it. We will miss the banter with him and trying to work out the purpose of funny pieces of rope or the odd bit of metal from the bottom of the spares locker - never thrown away - as Gordon would always take great pleasure in explaining what it was, and how it should be used! We loved trading ideas to make Makarma better.
Continuing his tradition of exploring and adventure has become a major part of our lives.
1st June - How To Catch A Submarine Hunting Owl
Greece is full of wildlife. There is one little fellow called a Skops owl that is quite amazing – not for its looks (you never see the things!) but for its sound. “Ping!……(Pause)…………..Ping!…(Pause)…………..Ping!” Just like the sound you have heard in the movies when they are hunting U-Boats under water! Here is a picture of the beast.
The noise would be OK, except this little guy goes on right through the night and sometimes the day as well. You find yourself wishing for a return echo “Ping….Pang….”, followed by a loud explosion – as a well aimed torpedo blows the little blighter out of his tree.
“Ping!……(Pause)…………..Ping!……(Pause)…………..Ping!”, every night we would listen to the owl. I have no idea when this bird eats? It never seems to draw breath.
Thankfully the little fellows are very territorial so you only get one in your nearby woods. I decide to devise a plan to capture the owl and relocate him to a different set of woods – perhaps take him with us when we planned to visit Albania. (Owl-bania – get it?) Luckily our Dutch friends from Pantalemon were there to witness the event, otherwise no one would believe this story for a second!
I had just finished the last Harry Potter book so I felt pretty up to speed on owls – but to be completely safe I visited the local pet shop to learn more about my prey – Its habits, diet and other useful information. I then set out under the skeptical view of our neighbours to construct my trap.
I found a cardboard box in a skip and reduced it down to the right size and put it together with duct tape. The idea was to put the “secret blend” of owl food suggested by the pet shop in the bottom of the box and hoist it up into a tree near where the nightly sounds were coming from.
Owls are nocturnal, but also very curious animals. The owl would wake up hearing the box being hoisted into a nearby tree and would not only see, but get a whiff of his favourite food going into the box. When we left the scene I was sure the owl couldn’t resist flying down and as owls like holes…climbing into the box. After a good feed he would probably want to get some sleep before “Ping-ing…” all night – and would feel comfortable in the box.
Sure enough the following day the food was gone and it those weren’t owl droppings in the bottom of the box, I would eat my hat! He had taken the bait. All I had to do now was to reset the trap with food and wait to the following night to capture him in the box!
And would you believe it? Despite the polite but skeptical looks from our Dutch neighbors (Frank and Anneke) I set off into the dark with a lantern to collect my owl.
Boy were they ever surprised when I returned with a boxed owl “pinging” angrily at being trapped. Everyone came off their boats on to the dock to see what I had caught. I shouted for Cathy to “get the camera” …it was all exciting stuff!
If I had not been bitten and dropped the box, the owl would not have escaped into the darkness! I am really glad there were witnesses that heard the owl before he escaped – otherwise no one would believe you could catch an owl with a cardboard box!
The noise would be OK, except this little guy goes on right through the night and sometimes the day as well. You find yourself wishing for a return echo “Ping….Pang….”, followed by a loud explosion – as a well aimed torpedo blows the little blighter out of his tree.
“Ping!……(Pause)…………..Ping!……(Pause)…………..Ping!”, every night we would listen to the owl. I have no idea when this bird eats? It never seems to draw breath.
Thankfully the little fellows are very territorial so you only get one in your nearby woods. I decide to devise a plan to capture the owl and relocate him to a different set of woods – perhaps take him with us when we planned to visit Albania. (Owl-bania – get it?) Luckily our Dutch friends from Pantalemon were there to witness the event, otherwise no one would believe this story for a second!
I had just finished the last Harry Potter book so I felt pretty up to speed on owls – but to be completely safe I visited the local pet shop to learn more about my prey – Its habits, diet and other useful information. I then set out under the skeptical view of our neighbours to construct my trap.
I found a cardboard box in a skip and reduced it down to the right size and put it together with duct tape. The idea was to put the “secret blend” of owl food suggested by the pet shop in the bottom of the box and hoist it up into a tree near where the nightly sounds were coming from.
Owls are nocturnal, but also very curious animals. The owl would wake up hearing the box being hoisted into a nearby tree and would not only see, but get a whiff of his favourite food going into the box. When we left the scene I was sure the owl couldn’t resist flying down and as owls like holes…climbing into the box. After a good feed he would probably want to get some sleep before “Ping-ing…” all night – and would feel comfortable in the box.
Sure enough the following day the food was gone and it those weren’t owl droppings in the bottom of the box, I would eat my hat! He had taken the bait. All I had to do now was to reset the trap with food and wait to the following night to capture him in the box!
And would you believe it? Despite the polite but skeptical looks from our Dutch neighbors (Frank and Anneke) I set off into the dark with a lantern to collect my owl.
Boy were they ever surprised when I returned with a boxed owl “pinging” angrily at being trapped. Everyone came off their boats on to the dock to see what I had caught. I shouted for Cathy to “get the camera” …it was all exciting stuff!
If I had not been bitten and dropped the box, the owl would not have escaped into the darkness! I am really glad there were witnesses that heard the owl before he escaped – otherwise no one would believe you could catch an owl with a cardboard box!
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