20/07/2012, Petreti, Corfu
Friday
Yesterday I tweeted that I'd got 18 mosquito bites. I felt pretty hard done by, I can tell you. Today I have 18 bites on ONE LEG! I got to 29 before becoming thoroughly disheartened and stopped counting. I'm rubbing that much antihistamine cream into my body (to hell with recommended doses) I'd suggest everybody buy shares in Anthisan immediately.
What is really annoying me is that the little b*****ds can't seem to take one bite and have a good suck. Oh no. It's obvious from the proximity that it was a single blighter that inflicted the 9 bites on one side of my left foot and maybe another that has gone for three individual toes on my right. The rate they're swelling up, well, it's a good job I don't have to wear shoes. Let's look on the bright side.
I may have been moaning a bit the last couple of days as Neil suggested we moved 500 yards away and maybe catch a bit more breeze and be out of flying range of the little varmints. Or it may have had something to do with the single, solitary bite he got. Well, it is in a VERY sensitive place.
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20/07/2012, Petreti, Corfu
We're back in Corfu!
Finally got a signal strong enough to post the video of Parga: available at http://youtu.be/t4xD347zA3g
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17/07/2012, Mourtos/Sivota
This picture of the sunset over the ruined monastery doesn't quite capture the reality. There's a hotel at the head of the bay that completely shatters the peace. We were anchored with a line ashore and took the dinghy into Mourtos itself. We're told the locals prefer the town to be referred to as Sivota which is a bit confusing with the other Sivota further south.
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15/07/2012, Parga
We did. We could have got the dinghy down and walked around the headland into the main town. But it was hot and it was boat to quay service. Extravagant is Neil's middle name, you know.
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15/07/2012, Parga
Sunday
The anchorage near Lefkas was indeed much fresher and also scarily shallow at times, so not as big as you might first assume. Travelling through the canal at the crack of dawn was a good idea, too - it can be really stifling in there. But at dawn it was cool and calm with just the birds and a few fishermen about, if a bit smelly. The southern entrance had been recently dredged near the sandbank so that made the whole experience much less fraught.
We decided against going straight into Parga after a fairly long day - well, for us anyway. Instead we again chose an anchorage nearby, quiet and with cold, clear water to lower the body temperature as again the thermometers hit 43 degrees.
The next day, and figuring the weekend was changeover time for the flotillas and charter companies, Sunday seemed like a good time to be going into Parga. It is, however, not just a sailing destination but also a general tourist honey pot and the contrast to the quiet anchorage of the night before was mind blowing. The beaches are lined rock-to-rock with regimented rows of sunbeds and brollies while phenomenally loud clubbing music thuds across the bay from the beach bars. Tripper boats take a turn around this bay, packed to the gun hauls, and as close to the anchored yachts as they can get to give their customers a good view of us eating our tuna rolls. Water skiers come tearing out of the harbour along with every type of inflatable you can imagine, being dragged along behind little speed boats using the yachts as a slalom course to see how long the screaming occupants can hang on.
It was all surprisingly enjoyable, to be honest, but it does make me feel old - going for a swim was enough of an adrenaline rush as life and limb was undoubtedly at risk! Just the one night will be enough, though, I should think.
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15/07/2012, Parga
Video of view from boat in Parga should be available at http://youtu.be/t4xD347zA3g
1 minute 48 seconds.
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