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Carloforte

12 August 2008 | Trapani, Sicily
Bonnie
Somewhere off Isola di Sant Antioco, Rick downloaded the grib files with the weather and we realized that our visit to the Golfo di Oristano and Tharros would have to wait for another season. There was a narrow weather window between the 8th and 10th when things looked good for the sail to Sicily, but by Aug 11th the wind would be Force 6-7, ON THE NOSE. We decided that Carloforte, on Isola di San Pietro, would be our turnaround point.

Entering Carloforte harbour was a bit stressful. The approaches are very shallow, and the Imray guide says that "the buoys in the approaches cannot always be relied upon to be in place". The pilot guide suggested that we follow a transit where the white belfry of the cathedral and a black and white checkered beacon line up on 273.5 degrees. I frantically scanned the harbourfront with the binoculars trying to find the cathedral and eventually realized that it has now been painted yellow. Very inconsiderate of them- and I never did find the black and white marker, either. Meanwhile, Rick had been calmly piloting us safely past the shallow spots, so we focused on finding a marina, since anchoring in the harbour is not permitted. Marina Sfredi answered our VHF call on the first attempt, and waved us into a berth near the marina entrance. The price was 67 euros a night (which apparently is what charge band 3-4 now translates to) but since we'd been at anchor for nearly a week we felt it was a justified expenditure. We'd hoped they would have potable water at the dock, but they didn't. Access to good water is becoming an issue and running out is my second biggest fear, right next to being shipwrecked.

There are no major historic monuments in Carloforte, so we were completely free of any pressure to sightsee. The town is lovely-behind the waterfront, the narrow streets of the old town are lined with elegant three-story buildings in varying shades of yellow, pink and light green. Wrought iron balconies edged with flowerpots and strung with lines of washing sit above a warren of little shops of every kind....bakeries, "frutta e verdura"shops, wine shops, shops selling Sardinian delicacies, antique shops...all our favourite things. Unfortunately, with our usual impeccable timing, we had arrived just as siesta was beginning, so we each had a sandwich and an Ichnusa beer at a little bar, by which time we were ready to fully participate in the rite of siesta and went back to the boat and had a nap.

Carloforte is a fishing town and our travel guidebooks firmly advised us not to miss the seafood. At eight o'clock (quite early for eating out in Italy) we went in search of a ristorante and eventually settled ourselves at Vitorio's on the waterfront. We haven't tasted pulpo (octopus) that good since we left Bayona, but the biggest surprise was the pasta- a bowl of spaghetti with sepia ink and a plate of...believe it or not...lasagna. We were sure we hadn't ordered lasagna, but decided not to argue the point. Now, if only I could get my hands on that lasagna recipe. Dean and Christopher would love it! We watched with great envy as the large table of Italians behind us devoured plate after plate of seafood of every variety imaginable, but after the pasta we simply didn't have the fortitude to eat another bite so never did get to the "secondi" choices. Beside us, a young couple was eating deep fried calamari and completely ignoring each other as the man talked animatedly on a cellphone (one hand for the phone, one hand gesturing just as though the person on the other end could see him) and the woman texted non-stop.

Our waiter for the evening was very endearing. He was about 25, a bit on the portly side, and made valiant efforts to speak to us in English. Since his English was about on a level with my Italian, which is to say that he knew the words for water and wine and a few verbs in present tense only, I fully appreciated the amount of effort required. Rick was convinced that the secret of the pulpo flavour was in the type of olive oil they were using, and insisted that I ask our waiter where we could buy it. He very carefully explained that we must go to the grocery store and ask for "olio oliva, extra vergine". As far as brands went, they were all (with a shrug) "uguale". I'm pretty sure he was left with the impression that we had never tasted olive oil before.

As we made our way along the waterfront, a concert was beginning just a few hundred metres from the marina. That scenario is not always a good thing- we have had a few sleepless nights listening to lackluster performances in various locations. This time, the band was excellent and the all-girl Sardinian choir that joined them for the last hour was the highlight of the evening. As they stood on the stage with their hair blowing in the wind, singing songs in Sardo that I suspect were the Sardinian equivalent of Cape Breton's "We are an Island a Rock in the Stream", it was sad to think that we would be leaving Sardinia soon.

The next day I sneaked in a quick visit to the morning market, while Rick paced the deck worrying that the wind would come up before we got away from the dock. Because we med-moor bow-first, the docking is relatively easy, but undocking in reverse through the spider web of anchor lines tends to create some anxious moments. We got away smoothly at around 1130, and sailed back to enjoy one last night in Nora, where unfortunately the swell was back with a vengeance. The next day we made our way to Villasimius for one last night in another beautiful anchorage as we prepared for the passage to Sicily.

We've seen some beautiful places on our journey, but it is difficult to imagine that anything will top Sardinia as a cruising ground. Warm turquoise water, a seemingly endless selection of incredible anchorages, a fascinating history and culture ....how long would it take to grow tired of it? I'm already scheming to schedule a return visit.

And now, for something completely different...Sicily! We arrived in Trapani on Saturday night, after the bumpiest passage ever. We're glad to be here!
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Vessel Name: Aisling I
Vessel Make/Model: Slocum 43
Hailing Port: Halifax, NS, Canada
Crew: Rick and Bonnie Salsman
About:
Crew from Halifax to Horta: Bonnie and Rick Salsman, Dave Morse, Wally Fraser Crew from Horta to Spain: Bonnie and Rick Salsman, Al Salsman, Rob Salsman We left Halifax, N.S. in June 2007, sailed to Horta, and explored the Azores for a month. [...]
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The info below is a copy and paste from some literature about the Slocum 43. Please excuse the platitudes. Although I may like them , they are not truly mine. Aisling I is a 1987 Slocum 43, designed by Stan Huntingford. She has been designed to satisfy the sailor who wants the blue water, "get [...]
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