August 21, 2016
Here we are, in front of another Peloponnese town, less than 20 miles from Kalamata, once fortified and occupied by the Venetian Republic, among many others. It’s a secure anchorage, without the sometimes annoying swell that rolled into Methoni, but with plenty of sun so far, and interesting places to eat on the shore (which we have yet to reach). We just got here this afternoon, after a quiet four-hour trip from Methoni. Perhaps there will be more to report later on. (Once again, you can click on the pictures for a better view.)
The day before we left Methoni we had our first direct contact with the refugee crisis in the Mediterranean. At around 7:00am one morning a Greek Coast Guard inflatable – or RIB (rigid inflatable boat) – motored into the harbor with somewhere near 30 refugees on board. Another boat came in within a couple hours and unloaded more people on the concrete pier. They were held there until a bus showed up some hours later. They had either been seized, or maybe rescued, off a refugee boat – from the Middle East to judge by the appearance of the refugees. It was a sad scene – men, women and little kids crowded together, looking lost. But most likely not as sad as the scenes they had left behind.