22nd September: Alone again, it was a great last day with Debbie, Lucy and Andy. They didn't have to be at the airport until 5pm, so we went off in the car driving around.
Back on Nanjo, I was met by my neighbour off the yacht 3 boats from me. She told me of the disaster that had happened during my absence, a large charter boat had tried to back in to the space next to me. Typically got it screwed up, then managed to drag sideways taking his anchor with him along the seabed. Luckily he had missed Nanjo and the other yachts. He tried to recover his anchor and pulled three up with his, I can only imagine the words he was getting from my neighbours watching this going on. Well, apparently he managed to untangle his, then just dumped the other three in a heap! My neighbours had pulled theres in as much as possible and even went on Nanjo and pulled mine taut to save my bow from hitting the jetty. It was going to be fun, when somebody left!
I was up early and, it was me who was going to leave first, probably best as I was the smallest yacht and mine was a small kedge on mostly rope. I let the bow go, started to pull Nanjo back on my kedge, I had just cleared my neighbours bow when I couldn't lift any more anchor rope up, let alone see the last 10mtrs of chain. I tried everything I knew, and had plenty of encouragement from the owners of the other two yachts. But it was useless, even though they had slackened off there chains to ease the tension on mine. I ended up going back into the berth I had just left, and made fast to my neighbours yacht. A really nice German guy, who I really should have got his name. To cut a very long story short. We ended up putting all my kedge rope into his dinghy, then going under and over the two chains, while I was slowly pulling it in from the bow of his dinghy. 90 minutes later, I had my anchor in his dinghy and it was soon stowed back onboard Nanjo. I could never have done it without my new found friends help. I was shattered to be honest, I never knew my arm muscles could ache so much. With a shake of the hand and a farewell, I cast Nanjo off from his yacht and motored out of Sami.
This was my worst anchor foul ever, I hope it never gets repeated. If i ever find the bastard who was in charge of the charter boat, we will be having words!!! I can only hope that the two remaining yachts made it out easily.
Leaving later than expected and not in a jolly mood, I had a cracking sail up the coast of Ithaca to make me happy again. I was going to stop at Vathi, but carried onto my safe haven at Vlicho. Arrived just before it got dark, dropped my anchor in 4 mtrs of mud, and spent the next 11 days there chilling out. Bliss.

2nd October and I'm upping anchor and heading for Preveza, my old work mate Pete is coming out for a week and flying into Preveza. I tied up in the small marina at the top of town, only 1 euro a metre. So nice and cheap with water and electric.
3rd October and Pete arrived on the 2pm flight. We then had a great week sailing, with some really good winds. So nice to have somebody onboard who likes to push Nanjo a bit and get her singing.
Pete wrote the blog for me.