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SPRING CRUISE OF THE IONIAN 2022
PART 2
IONIAN RECCE: 2 June to 2 July 2022
After our 5-day visit to the UK for the funeral of
Mary Hughes (Helen’s stepmother), we arrived back at 2300 hrs (three hours
late) in Cleopatra Marina on the west (Ionian) coast of Greece, where we’d left
Island Drifter. (Reading the news about UK train and air travel, it
could have been a lot worse!) Thankfully we’d left ID in good order,
ready to continue cruising. We therefore simply had a drink and went to bed.
GULF OF AMVRAKIKOS

Cleopatra Marina is close to Aktio international airport and is at the mouth of the Gulf of Amvrakikos, a large 20 x 12 mile gulf within an even larger coastal plain. Rivers run into the Gulf from the high mountains of the Greek mainland.
Cleopatra
Marina with Preveza town in the background
We’d already decided that our next move would be into
the Gulf, since it has several well-protected ports, harbours, and anchorages.
When we were there, there were few other cruising yachts, even fewer short-term
charter yachts, and no flotillas.
The Gulf is a breeding ground for estuary fish (sole,
flat fish, and eels) and, indeed, prawns. It also attracts dolphins and
pelicans that feed on the Gulf’s rich fish stocks and its wetlands are home to
a wide range of wildfowl and waterbirds.
On the negative side, fish farms line parts of the
coast and limit anchoring in an increasing number of bays. Unfortunately, they pollute
their immediate surroundings.
From Cleopatra Marina we motorsailed into the Gulf and
initially pulled into Vonitsa,
on its southern coast. The official ‘visitors’ quay has been completely taken
over by down-and-out liveaboards and abandoned boats. We therefore
anchor-moored stern-to on a solid concrete breakwater together with nine other
cruising yachts.
Thereafter,
we spent some time sorting out our administration and gaining information on
the Gulf itself and other locations in the Ionian from Arthur and Adina Joseph
(S/YMerlin) and Alan Crocker (S/Y Dimani). We also resolved a few
boat issues that had, as ever, accumulated. It was 35° to
40+°C throughout.
Vonitsa is a pleasant town that is not inundated by
tourists even in mid-summer, although it does have a notoriously loud disco
close by which was already operating at weekends! A Venetian castle overlooks
the town and has a commanding view over the Gulf.
Our stay in Vonitsa coincided with the Queen’s Platinum Jubilee weekend. To the interest and mild amusement of some international cruisers, we hoisted those signal flags we could find, played the National Anthem on our phones, and possibly drank slightly too much wine.
We’d planned to depart from Vonitsa after five days,
but a formal Greek severe weather warning (issued by way of a high-pitched
siren through our phones) of imminent thunderstorms and torrential rain
persuaded us to stay for another 36 hours until it passed. A complete contrast
to the heatwave!
Once the gale passed, we left Vonitsa and cruised east
along the south coast of the Gulf where there’s a range of good, sheltered
anchorages and two towns. We particularly liked Rougas Bay. It has good holding, is sheltered from
the prevailing wind and has a pleasantly shaded beach with its own small beach
bar/taverna.
Amfilokhia in the south-east corner of the Gulf is a bustling
town which serves the surrounding agricultural community. It has a small
commercial harbour and an uncommissioned marina where our friends Arthur and
Adina Joseph (S/Y Merlin) have kept their boat FREE of charge for several
years. (They do, however, pay a local diver to keep watch over it in their
absence.)
Thereafter we joined Brian and Angela Oliver (SY Namutoni),
whom we had previously met in Sami in Kefalonia on our arrival in the northern
Ionian, in Kopraina,
a recently refurbished fishing harbour. From there it is 20 miles inland to Arta,
where there is an old Turkish bridge dating from the time of Alexander the
Great. Legend has it that the overseer’s wife was buried within the bridge’s
structure. It appears that the practice at that time was to make a human
sacrifice to ensure the solidity of a bridge! (Not a good choice of husband!)
We enjoyed an excellent spontaneous snack lunch with Angela
and Brian at Kopraina port’s small taverna. Each round of drinks was
accompanied by a generous complimentary plate of locally caught deep-fried
‘little fishes’. Delicious!
After saying our goodbyes, we motored west to the
uninhabited Vouvalos
group of islets on the north side of the Gulf opposite Vonitsa (where we’d
stayed the previous week). On the way, we passed through a significant amount
of flotsam that had been washed down the River Arta following the recent heavy
rain. (Barrages in the river periodically release water to drive hydro-electric
turbines and the flow flushes debris out into the Gulf.)
The anchorage behind the islet of Vouvalos has good
shelter from the prevailing wind and is a good star-gazing location due to the
lack of light pollution. It is indeed a wonderful place, totally away from the
hubbub of the ‘resorts’ and ports beyond the Gulf. The fact that it is a
‘little on the shallow’ side (we had 0.2m under the keel at one stage), tends
to discourage most boats and crews from risking a visit.
Thereafter
we headed towards the small harbour of Koronisia. As we approached, a solo Kazakhstani sailor
saw us investigating the sill at the entrance and came out in his dinghy to advise
us that it had been recently dredged to 2 metres and that there was a good
berth free just inside the harbour entrance.
We went to Koronisia specifically to eat their famous
locally caught prawns, which fortunately were still in season. They were
fantastic! In the movie ‘Live and Let Die’ James Bond orders ‘Preveza prawns’.
Good enough for him…
MAINLAND COAST FROM LEVKAS TO ASTAKOS
We’d already concluded that the next stage of our cruise would be along the Greek mainland coast and its adjacent islands, from the south end of the Levkas Canal down to Astakos.
En route across the Gulf of Amvrakikos towards Preveza
our autohelm suddenly ‘lost the plot’ and took us in an anti-clockwise circle.
No clue why. We had a similar problem when cruising in Norway ten years ago. We
were advised then that it was probably due to magnetic interference from the
earth’s core. On this occasion we simply adopted the same remedy as we did in
Norway, of hand steering in one direction until the autohelm’s fluxgate compass
re-set itself.
We made our way
out of the Gulf, past the boatyards at Aktio and Preveza, through the dredged
channel into the Ionian and thence south to the north end of the Levkas Canal,
where the floating bridge operates. We arrived, on the hour, just as the bridge
was opening, and proceeded directly into the Canal. We motored down the Levkas
Canal into Dhrepanou Bay, which, like the Canal itself, separates Levkas from the
mainland.
We then hugged the mainland coast. There are several
bays and ports on the mainland at the north end of the Inland Sea. We pulled into the western side of Varko Bay – and, more
specifically, the north-west corner of the inner bay, variously known as either
Marathias Bay or ‘One Tree Bay’. There we anchored in 5 metres of translucent
blue water over sand. We could clearly see our anchor and chain from the boat
itself. The water was 26°C, so even Mike had a swim.
From June to October,
a large ‘pop-up’ taverna operates further along the beach, accompanied by the
usual rows of sun loungers and umbrellas. It was particularly busy due to it
being Greek Whit Monday and a public holiday.
We were anchored off a
white small-pebbled beach, backed by low wooded hills, which was empty other
than when a cruising crew went ashore by dinghy, or a few local motorboats came
in and anchored.
We were particularly
taken by the north-east corner of Varko bay where there was an abandoned
holiday bungalow complex with its own white sandy beach. Although the site was
almost overgrown, it was still very attractive since the trees and bushes that
had originally been planted were all in flower. Interestingly, the bungalows
themselves did not look in any way dilapidated.
We continued our
passage to Palairos
town harbour on the northeast coast of the Inland Sea. There we were hailed at
the entrance by CA members Bob and Eileen on Starshine, who had seen our
CA burgee. They advised us that the floating pontoon in the harbour is ‘owned’
by Odysseus Yacht Charters who appear happy to allow visitors to moor on it for
free using their pontoon’s laid lines, except on Fridays and Saturdays, which
are the change-over days for their clients.
While traditionally
the village supported (and continues to support) the surrounding farming
population, the presence of a major yacht charter company and visiting cruisers
has aided the village’s development into a small, pleasant, low-key holiday location.
The mainland coastline south from Varko Bay to Astakos
is backed by towering mountains (5000+ feet) which drop sheer into the sea.
They are barren rocks with deep gorges and gullies cut into them which become
torrents in the winter rains.
A mile south of Palairos is Vounaki Marina, once a Sunsail yachting
centre. It is now a Neilson Holidays watersports centre which has an associated
hotel complex adjacent to the marina for their clients. It looks organised and
offers a full range of watersports. They
confirmed that they will take visiting cruisers for limited periods of time
when they have space to do so.
We subsequently proceeded in a flat calm sea to Mitika. Like Palairos,
Mitika is an agricultural village (albeit larger than the former). It is also a
small ferry port for the nearby islands in the Inland Sea. The town has an
attractive waterfront on one side of a peninsula, while the harbour, main
anchorage and a beach are on the other, more-protected side.
The southern harbour’s outer breakwater walls have
subsided following an earthquake and are now marked by withies. It is still
used by small local boats. The northern basin has only four spaces for visiting
yachts – which were already occupied. The rest of the harbour has little room
to manoeuvre and was in any case totally taken up by local boats.
We therefore gave it a miss and anchored in Mitika Bay
off the beach which runs around the whole of the bay. By chance we found that
we had anchored off the entrance to Ionian Camping, a tent and caravan site.
Subsequently, when Mike swam ashore to have a look around, he concluded that
the camp site, contrary to an admittedly old TripAdvisor review, looked
excellent.
Fortunately, Mike returned from his swim just as the
thunder clouds that had rapidly gathered in the surrounding mountains reached
us, bringing an abrupt 180° wind
shift with gusts of Force 6–7, booming thunder and torrential rain. Helen got
soaked when we had to let out more anchor chain to ensure we would cope with
these conditions.
Since we were both already wet, we enjoyed a shower in
the heavy rain. (Fortunately, visibility
was poor!) An hour later the front had passed through, and we dined on a home-cooked
‘pan’ moussaka in the cockpit.
Having considered our options, we concluded that it
was worth visiting the Kalamos group of islands and, on the mainland, Astakos.
We could not, however, see anything of interest (for us as cruisers), either on
the mainland south of Astakos or on the uninhabited islands off that coast.
Although we visited the Kalamos group of islands after
Mitika and before going through them to Astakos, we have, for the purpose of
this Blog, (other than the charts), written about them as if we travelled
directly to Astakos from Mitika, since both of those towns are on the mainland.
(We have covered the Kalamos group of three islands in a separate section
below.)
MAINLAND COAST FROM ASTAKOS TO GULF OF PATRAS
Astakos was well worth visiting. It is located at the
meeting point of the northern mountains and the low water marshlands to the
south. It is a small agricultural town, albeit with a sizeable fishing fleet
and a small car ferry port, located on a flat alluvial plain at the head of a long
well-protected bay. It has for centuries been locked into this remote part of
Greece by the surrounding mountains and marshland and has only recently
acquired a decent road thanks to an EU grant. The town has, however, always
been a popular stop for yachties.
We left Astakos at first light and pushed on south for
the 60-mile passage to Ay
Nikolaos on the northeast corner of Zakinthos. To the south of Astakos
the land flattens out around the huge delta of the River Akheloos, the longest
river (134 miles) in Greece. The marshlands and lagoons flourish in the delta. It
has always been the domain of hardy farmers and fishermen. In brief, it is an
isolated area that supports only a few small communities. Unfortunately, we saw
little of it on our passage from Astakos to Zakinthos since it was shielded
from view by the many small uninhabited islands off the mainland coast.
ISLANDS OFF THE EAST (MAINLAND) COAST OF INLAND SEA
As explained above, we had in fact sailed through the
Kalamos group of islands (Kalamos, Kastos and Atoko) covered below before
going to Astakos.
KALAMOS
The island of Kalamos is very high (2438 ft) and steep
sided. From a distance it looks like a colossal stranded whale. Sheer slopes
drop into the sea. The island is covered with pines at the north end and maquis
at the south.
On our way to Port Kalamos we looked in at Episkopi, a small harbour
and hamlet on the north end of the island. It has only four spaces for visiting
yachts, all of which were taken. There is, however, a small anchorage outside
the harbour.
The hamlet and harbour looked pleasant and there is a
walk to a ruined fortified monastery which has a good view over the Strait to
the mainland.
The port and village of Kalamos are both larger than
they look at first sight, in the latter case extending well up and over the
surrounding hill. It is popular with charter boats and flotillas. The self-appointed harbour master, George, owner of the best-sited and
largest taverna in the harbour, crams in every boat he can – not, we suspect,
for purely philanthropic reasons!
By the evening the harbour had a raft of boats in the
centre of its fairway. Each had an anchor at the bow and a long line to the
quay from its stern, thereby trapping in any boat on the quay until they left.
The harbour master has been known to cram in 135 boats in peak season.
Rafts quickly disperse each morning with the
occasional tangle of anchor chains. Once the current raft had left, we departed
south along the coast of Kalamos to Port Leone on the SE corner. The village was abandoned after the
1953 earthquake destroyed its water supply. The village’s incongruously large
church is maintained in immaculate condition and serviced weekly by inhabitants
of Port Kalamos. Nevertheless, the ruined houses, abandoned olive press and
cisterns, and the solitude create a melancholy impression.
Port Leone Bay is very well protected from almost all
directions of wind. While the water is deep, it is still possible to anchor off
the beaches, although a long line ashore is necessary.
KASTOS
Kastos is almost as long as, but narrower than, its
sister island of Kalamos. The small harbour of Port Kastos was already full of yachts which
appeared to have been there for some time. We therefore anchored outside the
harbour off the nearby beach. With strong winds forecast we repositioned
ourselves further off the cliffs before nightfall and ensured that the anchor
was well dug in. We also thought it prudent to keep an anchor watch until the
wind dropped in the early hours.
ATOKO
Atoko, the third island in the Kalamos group, is in fact an
enormous uninhabited lump of rock that sits almost in the centre of the Inland
Sea. Since it would have meant a detour, we bypassed it coming south but pulled
in there later when on our way back north again. It proved well worth visiting
the two anchorages on the island, although neither is suited to an overnight
stay other than, possibly, ‘One House’ Bay in very settled conditions.
Particularly spectacular were the sheer cliffs and
caves around Cliff Bay and the variation in water colour and depth in both
bays. The crews of those boats anchored there for lunch were clearly enjoying
swimming and exploring the caves.
ISLANDS BYPASSED ON PASSAGE NORTH IN APRIL
ZAKINTHOS
With only seven days left on the water before we were
due to lift out into Aktio Marina’s boatyard opposite Preveza, we concentrated
on making time to visit the three larger islands that we had bypassed on our
way north in April, namely Zakinthos, Ithaca and Meganisi.
On arrival in Ay Nikolaos we moored with a laid line
under the helpful direction of Dimitri, another self-appointed harbour master,
who also runs a taverna, gas station, boat trips, car hire, taxi, and a
minimarket. (That evening, as was expected of us, we ate in his place – Porto
Taverna.)
Our main reason for going to Ay Nikolaos was that we
wanted to visit Wreck Bay which prominently features in the
Greek Tourist Board’s information publicity. We also wanted to check out the
long inlet at Vromi
harbour (the only harbour on the west coast of Zakinthos).
We lost interest a long time ago in seeing the
southern half of the island, particularly Lagana Bay, because of its and its
visitors’ reputation for the worst kind of tourism, and the fact that there is
only one small anchorage. The rest of the enormous southern bay is a protected
area for Loggerhead turtles.
The next day we visited both Wreck Bay and Vromi
harbour. To put it bluntly, the reality of the severely rusted wreck does not
live up to the stunning photographs in Greek publicity material. Vromi harbour
was equally disappointing, since it has been totally colonised by trip boats
each with three or four mooring lines, making it almost impossible for visiting
yachts to anchor safely.
ITHACA
From Zakinthos we turned north towards Ithaca. There we pulled into Filatrou Bay where we anchored off the beach with a long line to the shore. We were helped by a fit young professional Greek skipper on the only other yacht anchored (at that time). He insisted on taking our line to tie it around maquis (which is incredibly strongly rooted). He explained that he would sleep more easily if he knew his neighbour was firmly tethered! Subsequently the bay filled up with many more yachts.
Next morning we were up early. Helen swam ashore to
remove our shore line from the maquis bush and was hauled back to the boat on
the end of it at speed!
We then weighed anchor and left to recce Vathi, the island’s
capital. It was much larger and significantly more attractive than we’d envisaged,
and we were tempted to stay there.
Since time did not allow for more than just a recce,
we continued our passage north. However, after six miles’ motoring the engine
coughed, spluttered and died on us. We had run out of diesel! Sheer incompetence,
we accept. Even after transferring fuel from our second tank, we could not
restart the engine – for reasons we could not explain at the time.
We therefore lowered the dinghy and its outboard into
the water, lashed it to the side of Island Drifter and used it as a
‘power pack’ with which, together with the sails (albeit in very light winds),
we managed to return to Vathi in three hours (at 2 knots per hour).
By the time we got back into Vathi harbour, we had
decided that we would have to go alongside a quay somewhere, so we picked a
spot and went for it! Fortunately, the Israeli skipper and crew of a large
chartered catamaran recognised that we would have a problem manoeuvering onto
the quay and rushed out to help us come alongside. The harbour mistress,
however, was not happy and tried to insist that we left! It was ‘explained’ to
her that we couldn’t – and we didn’t!
We made contact by phone with Iannis, a
local diesel engineer, who appeared within half an hour. He took just 15
minutes to get the engine started. He explained that the pump on the fuel
pre-filter was stuck and that he had managed to get it working properly. He
advised that we should replace it as soon as we reasonably could, although he
was ‘fairly confident’ that it would be all right for the time being.
In the morning, the engine started first
time – to our relief! What we had not realised until the morning was that the
reason no one else was moored where we were on the quay was the considerable
amount of rocky ballast on the seabed. This could have damaged anybody’s skeg
and/or rudder (including ours) had they reversed on to that area of the quay (as is normal berthing
practice). We had managed to avoid damage by sheer luck in coming alongside,
where our skeg and rudder were just clear of the obstructions.
Next day, we couldn’t stop our Israeli
‘support team’ from giving us a hand leaving on our route back north. They even
presented us with the remainder of the bottle of their whisky we’d shared with
them the evening before!
MEGANISI
From Vathi in Ithaca we went via Atoko (see
above) and then on to Vathi
harbour in Meganisi. (Vathi is, incidentally, a commonly used name for a
port since it means ‘deep’ in Greek.)
Looking around at mooring options
(anchoring in the harbour is prohibited), we dismissed any idea of staying
either on a taverna quay (where the obligatory meal costs at least as much as a
marina mooring fee) or in the quayside marina itself. Instead, we Med-moored on
one of the two town quays which are free of charge. We had to pull a long way
off the wall because of ballast on the seabed.
To get ashore we therefore simply launched
the dinghy and paddled to nearby steps.
RETURN TO PREVEZA
From Meganisi we had a look at Skorpios
(Onassis/Kennedy’s island, now owned by a Russian heiress) before heading north
back to Preveza where we fuelled up at Preveza Marine, before berthing for 24
hours in Cleopatra Marina. There we did those jobs that can only be done afloat
– in particular, washing down the sails and partly servicing the engine.
We left Cleopatra at midday and anchored
off Aktio marina to await our turn for ID to be lifted out of the water into
the boatyard.
First impressions, which have remained, are
that with 700 boats in the yard, it is significantly larger than what we’ve
been used to in Moor & Dock in Leros, facilities are better, staff appear
very helpful, but it is a very scruffy boatyard. What it’s like in terms of
technical support available we have still to find out and won’t know until we
return in September.
While here, it has been extremely hot
(between 35° and 40+° C by day and dropping to 30°C at night). We therefore get up at first light, work
through until noon, have lunch followed by a long siesta, put in a few more
hours’ work in the relative ‘cool’ of the evening, before a late supper. We are
making reasonable progress in the circumstances, given that it takes time to
find one’s way around a new boatyard and ascertaining who does what!
We have flights booked from Preveza to
Gatwick on Thursday 7 July. Fingers crossed that EasyJet, Gatwick Airport or
the railways are not on strike that day. At present we plan to return to Greece in
mid-September – Covid19, Unions, health, etc. permitting!
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