|The bells of St John's monastery|
We left Zea marina on a morning when the wind was not so wild, and the seas had flattened out to 1.5 m in between Kea and Siros and we made a fast 65 mile hop to the very safe anchorage of Finikas on the south-west coast of Siros. The next day the meltemi came in hard again, and we rested 24 hours before pressing on. It's another long day across from Siros to Patmos, 90 nautical miles, but the wind was in our favour, blowing strongly and constantly from the north-west almost all the way across. The sun sets earlier than it did a month ago, but there was still light enough to see the sand on the bottom when we anchored at 7.30 pm in Ormos Kambos, a low-key summer playground north of the port. We were happy with that run across the Aegean - an 8 knot average.
|An early start from Siros towards the eastern Aegean|
|The entrance to Patmos harbour with outlying anchorages|
|Temple of Olympian Zeus - an also-ran in this city of superlative ruins|
|The grey stone walls of the monastery bear down on the chora|
|The monastery's 11th century church recycles the temple of Artemis|
|Frescoes tell the stories|
|A courtyard where time does not march anywhere|
|Entrance to the monastery built around St John's apocalyptic cave|
|Someone's got to keep the cave in working order|
|Procession of chanting monks on|
|Girls just wanna have fun|
|At the bus-stop in Skala|
|If only all water sports at Ormos Kambos were this sedate|
|He's made of stern stuff|
From Patmos we have come north to Samos - call it a circumnavigation of the North Aegean! The winds have been very kind to us, and Enki is a dream boat when she's given 25 knots to play around with. More wind is fine too. She does love a run.
|Enki's starboard rail gets a saline sluice|
|The harbour anchorage at Pithagoria|
Pithagorio harbour on the south-east corner of Samos is so pretty. It's more crowded than we expected, but crowded with people like us, people in their own boats, perhaps thinking like us to get away from the islands popular with the charter flotillas. Last night it also drew in people not so like us, people whose yachts are accompanied by tenders (plural) as big as the usual family day-sailer. They need to get their anchors dug in just like anybody else though.
|The mountain belongs to Turkey|
|Some of us are bigger than others - and carry our sailing toys on deck|