Journey to Katakolon
09 May 2012 | Katakolon
We got out of Killini about 8am. The wind out at sea had been about a force 5 during the night but hadn’t really touched us in the harbour. However, it wasn’t the glassy water I like to see before leaving port. In fact, once outside, the swell from the last night’s wind soon became uncomfortable. The wake from both the Kefalonia and the Zakinthos ferries was no worse.
I kept telling myself that this sea was nothing compared to the big Atlantic rollers we’d sailed in a couple of years ago. Yes, they were definitely much worse. But then I started yawning, felt uncomfortably hot and then that unsettled feeling in the gut that isn’t quite what you’d call nausea. The threat of seeing my breakfast again had me heading into the cabin. Forget about watching the horizon. The only real solution for me is to lie down, eyes closed and be grateful that Neil was totally unaffected. I heard him moving about and playing with the sails so knew he was happy enough.
An hour or so later the swell had almost completely disappeared. I was back in the cockpit doing my bit (tidying the ropes, mostly) as the sails went in, out, in, out.....
Entering Katakolon we were faced with the immediately recognisable sister ship to the Costa Concordia berthed near the entrance and the fact that the harbour looked nothing like the diagram in the pilot guide. Come on Imray – isn’t it about time you pulled Rod out of the Caribbean and back in Greece?