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www.ilviaggiodialisea.it which this blog is a sort of diary, not updated since last June. This is because, for technical reasons, I can not 'handle it. As soon as I set a new format that will enable me to easily make updates, add the latest news from the "world" Alisea.
What you do not expect! Photo 2 Photo And here I am, a few days late, to tell the story of the last 48 hours of my summer by boat. Parties and the boys have stayed at Marina Lakki to prepare the boat for towing. Among other things, fold it up and I put le vele. Mi accorgo di un ristagno di acqua dolce in sentina e, seguendo l'umidità, arrivo alla causa: il boiler perde. E' la legge della casualità mirata, il boiler è l'unica utility affossata dell'arrredamento. Vado a dormire con l'angoscia di dover smontare mezzo quadrato per tirare fuori lo scaldabagno fedifrago. Mezza giornata di lavoro e ci siamo: smontaggio, rimozione e rimontaggio eseguiti. Chiudo la saracinesca dello scambiatore per evitare che l'acqua del raffreddamento del motore esca. La mattina dopo alle 6,30 esco dall'ormeggio. Ho appuntamento al cantiere (15 miglia a N) alle 8,00 per alare, l'indomani ho l'aereo per Atene. La meteo prevede un forza 7 da N. Mentre percorro il fiordo che da Lakki porta al mare mi suona l'allarme the engine off and I rush to spaiolare: cooling water everywhere. The wind is already strong, leads me to the rocks. I call my friend John, is taking the coffee, starts off with his boat and goes out and comes to my aid. In the meantime I've plugged the pipe connecting the boiler with a wood cap band, back into gear and I try, it seems everything is fine. Thank you John, and I bow to greet him outside. Esco and the sea is already formed, do as many laps as the engine. A few minutes and plays again lallarme. I turn, I scapicollo in the bilge. The boat rolls dangerously in beam waves. I realize that the curse of the boiler return pipe is attached directly to the expansion tank of the engine. Also cap him, add water and put in motion. I en route to the fjord and decided to return to Lakki. It seems to work fine, I decide to rev up the engine to test the pace of cruising, a few minutes and it still sounds the alarm. I no longer have the radiator fluid, I rush into your locker, pull out the foresail, the ingarroccio and try to sail away from the rocks. In the meantime, while tacking with great difficulty, I call again Gianni. A few minutes and arrives at the boat marina. Return to port we are going to buy the fittings and put the water circuit. I call the yard, I have today because tomorrow I have the wing plane, they work only up to 15.00. They tell me that if I can wing them are within an hour. She left with Gianni, the sea is now formed the wind is moving towards 30 knots. There are boats with reefed mainsail, bow and engine fail to rise, with the engine idling Alisea goes up to 4 / 5 knots without ever banging, big boat .... We come to Partheni, we find the workers along the basin dock waiting for us, make us nod to enter the stern. With almost 30 knots of crosswind Alisea not even think about entering the stern, the bow breaks down relentlessly. Within the bow but the travel lift the stay beat, tell me to remove it. I smile and I send them mentally to f. ..... We decided to try to warping. Alisea pull out from the dock, not without difficulty. We have a long rope on the stern of a vessel ormeggioto windward spinning top with three people aboard and four on the ground we put Alisea safe. When you are seated sull'invaso 17.30, 11 hours from fear, they are exhausted and hungry, I laugh hysterically watching boat. "Are you okay where are you, see you in a few months."
The history of bicclette The two stories are suspended in the last 48 hours and the disappearance of the bicycles. To order by qust'utlima event began. So, I leave the bike on the pier Pserimos and go along with two Greek guys in Kalymnos to make food and water supply. After returning the bikes were not there. Ask around and in the small island community (permanent residents are 30) will trigger the brawl. "You can not have been taken by people here (there are no roads, everything is built on the edge of beach, impossible to use a bike). "The good name of the island can not be tarnished by an incident like that," "You have to report tomorrow when we get the coast guard boat" and so on. I want to defer, the bikes were a little rusty, I want to go away tomorrow, I will not ruin the last day on the island .... Join us for dinner as usual in Greek taberna where kids stay, also tell the lady what happened and that the restaurant says, "I find them there." Nobody believes it, someone from the other tables should mind his own business. We have dinner at the end of the twist. He approached the woman and says he actually found the bike. Where? A Kos, an island 15 miles from there. "He could not be one of the boats that take visitors from Kos every day. I called the Harbour of Kos and they found the bike, I will report the morning. "We remain speechless, fantastic!
gone and found a new home ..... Again Alisea is back again this year for the usual winter rest sull'invaso . There is much yet to sail before the winter to be sure but my schedule starting with the beginning of the school. I have not written much on this blog during summer cruise. This is because it took me a healthy idleness due to the ease of navigation between the islands of the Dodecanese and the few miles flown (no more than 200/250) dfferenza in other years and that month of June where miles from Hurghada to come up we have had almost 1000. Anyway we arrived in Leros by plane, the airport is literally in the yard so there were no transfer problems. A couple of days after the launch of Lakki then, taking advantage of the good wind from N we made a sail to Kos. Here the sea has given us the availability for one night so the next day we went up to Pserimos. Night at anchor in the bay in a beautiful place ruined by high winds and, even more so by the fact that Marina had to remain relaxed throughout the day for a muscle strain in his back. We then moved to the village of Pserimos which we love so much to stay for several days even under knowledge of a couple on holiday in Athens and a lady who has beautifully sublimated his evenings with his delicacies. While we were there we ended up water and supplies on the island and since there is neither water supply nor a shop we went to Kalymnos to refuel and then return to Pserimos. Here we had a surprise, folding bicycles that had left the dock were gone. The finding deserves a separate post. We leave that calls Pserimos already a good group for the next Venton, 25/30 knots. In Effective already out of the island begins to dance. Let's route and make it into the narrow fjord of Vathi and spend a day and a wonderful motte. Vathi awaits us at the exit of a sea already nice size and a great wind that forces us to rise at Lakki motor. Them to spend the last days of Lakki Marina in the company of our Italian friends in good weather around with the tender and nights carousing in the various taberne island. After the departure of Marina and I are dedicated to debunking rgazzi Alisea to prepare for winter. Everything's fine until the last terrible 48 hours (also the story of what you do not expect when you least expect it where you would not expect it at all .... will be the subject of a future post).
