We checked out of Turgutreis and re-entered Greece in Kalymnos town (Pothia). There was a bit of a hiccup in Turgutreis when we were called back to the passport office and customs as were leaving the marina. At customs they had confused us with the ferry passengers and we had not filled in the correct forms, so we were called back to go to the office a second time.
We eventually got away and had a superb sail over to Nisos Plati. As we approached Kalymnos the wind died (we call it the Kalymnos hole) and we motored up to the quay. Later we visited the Police Station with our passports, and then the Port Police with our boat papers to complete all the formalities. Finally we bought ice-creams in a quayside café to celebrate our successful re-entry into the EU.
We like Pothia as it is not too touristy, but there are now several souvenir shops and I feel that the tumbledown buildings in the old town might well become the subject of renovation and development soon – except for the dire economic situation.
The next day we sailed up the eastern side of Kalymnos to Xerocambos bay on Leros. The day began with a beat north into big waves and strong winds, but gradually the wind dropped and we had an interesting day tacking close to the island of Kalolimnos where landing is forbidden. We spent two nights at Xerocambos, before going round into Lakki and into the marina.
It was now mid July and very hot. We spent the week working our way through the multitude of jobs that are necessary to put the boat away for the year. Towards the end of the week David noticed that there was a problem with the end of one of the spreaders, so I hoisted him up the mast in the bosun’s chair so he could put the end piece back in and tape it up. The bosun’s chair is a piece of equipment we hadn’t used before and we were pleased that it seemed to be robust and David felt secure. I didn’t have too much trouble winching him up: it was easier then hoisting the sail when taking out a reef underway. Incidentally, the other piece of equipment we have never used is the sea-anchor or drogue. This is like a parachute that you drag along behind the boat when you are being hurtled along in very strong winds; I hope we never have to get it out of its packet!
Finally the boat was lifted out very proficiently and we left Leros the next day on the catamaran to Kos. We spent one night in Kos before catching our plane to London. In Kos the taxis were all on strike but fortunately our hotel reception found us a car and driver to take us to the airport. I thought it would cost a fortune, but in fact we were charged about the same as the usual taxi fare. This is the first time that we have actually been inconvenienced by the strikes that have been a feature of life in Greece for the past two years.
So another season completed. We enjoyed our trip to Turkey and covered 661 nautical miles. We did less motoring than in previous years and had some good days sailing. We plan to return to Turkey and sail north next year.



