August 8, 2016
After seven unexpected weeks in the Messolonghi, Greece marina, we are out and about again – anchored at the moment in Katakolon, Greece, on the western shore of the Peloponnese. Nice breezes, clean water, and good swimming, as long as you keep an eye out for the occasional squad (flock? gaggle? murder?) of jellyfish.
Messolonghi was as pleasant as sitting in a very hot marina can be, with dogs and cats, nice people, and a small, non-touristy town. We resolved, in Germany, some unavoidable health issues, and updated my residence in the E.U. But we’re very glad to be under way again, and scraping the marina crud off the bottom of the boat.
We’re not that far from Olympia, the original site of the games, and cruise ships stop here every other day or so to disgorge mobs of people to bus the thirty miles or so to the ruins. They don’t have any impact on us, other than visual and maybe esthetic.
We’ve not felt much desire to make the trip to Olympia, maybe experiencing what we’ve noticed in some other long-time cruising sailors – tourism fatigue. Enough to swim around the boat, read a lot, cook a little and sleep. In a few days we’ll continue on our way towards Kalamata, with anchorages on the way in Pilos and Methoni, both reported to be lovely spots.
The only slightly negative note I can think of (other than the news from around the world) is that I’m reading David Foster Wallace’s novel Infinite Jest. Attracted by some of his essays, it seemed reasonable to give it a shot. But it’s very dark, like William Burroughs The Naked Lunch, except for tennis fans, and very, very long! No thumbs up, so far, from this reader, experiencing a moral dilemma over whether or not to stick it through to the end.