Returned from the beach to find that our boat anchor had slipped somewhat. No problem, just lift up and re-lay the anchor. Problem was that the harbour is very narrow with boats either side and anchor chains laid from side to side in many cases. So as luck would have it, we snagged someone else’s chain and proceed to entertain the entire bay with our disentanglement antics. It was compounded by Aiden landing up on the wrong side of the bay, Astrid on the other with groceries on the quayside, and Anton and I providing entertainment for the masses. Problem finally sorted, the day tripper boats having left, sundowners seemed a good idea….
It did not take long for Charlie & Aiden to assess the town’s offerings, so at their suggestion we agreed to have dinner high above the town. First we all took advantage of a potential water tank refill, so everyone showered on board and spruced up. The walk up numerous flights of stairs to the restaurant passed between quaint houses and enticing ruins, just waiting for renovation. Excited Anton no end. Since there were no streets at these levels it raised the question – how do things get delivered?
The restaurant catered mainly for locals, with good local cuisine. A gentleman (local expat) at the adjoining table offered to lead us on a little known hike when we return in a weeks time for the check-out formalities. May happen since I am not keen to stay in Symi harbour again because it is so busy and it will be preferable to anchor in the next bay and hike to the town.
Discovered after breakfast that we could not get water until after 5pm. That changed everything since we were running low and showers were therefore banned. Seemed this water rationing was old hat to the Cape Town delegation!
