This is a town with a beautifully appointed town wall and plenty of room when we arrived. This was because it was a Sunday and the charter boats had not yet left Lavrio.
The bottom is grassy so it did take three goes for the anchor to bite and each time we dropped it further and further out. This meant lots of work for the 'anchor bitch' and a stiff shoulder in the morning.
We had planned to stay just one night, but once again, such a nice place we gave it two good nights. The Zeus Caffeine Bar on the roof of this restaurant not 10 paces from the boat knocking out an excellent play list with service to match had us bopping in the balm till well after 2:00am.
Having decided to stay another day, we took a cab to the nearby town of Ioulida. Amazing. Very steep winding road to the mountain peak. No vehicles permitted once you arrive at the gates, mainly because there is simply no room for them.
This must have been pirate protection positioning way back when but so quaint so vibrant but a little difficult to understand why?
Sal's late Dad would have been celebrating his 81st birthday had he not popped his socks so Sal lit a candle in his honour in what must be the world's smallest church and of course this day was cause/excuse for celebration that evening...
At 8:30 on the 10th June we cast off and as we reeled in our anchor we were dragged through and around anchored yachts that had arrived late the previous evening having no idea just how far out we had dropped our anchor. Hairy to say the least, but two engines will always make you look good to those watching this large catamaran heading straight toward them knowing they had caused this little problem by anchoring where they had...
We were finally headed back to Lavrio after spending two totally unplanned weeks sailing in the Cyclades.
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