Category: Greece 2025
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Back to Home Base
This morning the great idea of leaving Chalki port at 4:30am maybe wasn’t such a great idea. Zach and Andrew were gonna ease us out of there while the rest of us slumbered till a reasonable hour like 6am or so. The engines rumbled to life right on time, but when it came time to…
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Swimming and Clinics
4:30 am has become a preferred starting hour. We debate between 4am and 5am and compromise in between. We just have so much we want to see and a week is not long in Greece. Quite a bit shorter than in the USA in fact. Our destination today is the little island of Alimia and…
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The Halcyon Days
The last two days have blurred into one in my head. They were filled with golden sunshine, blue seas, and cookies. The sails were filled with frisk breezes and we bowled along, sleeping when the feeling hit, snacking, drinking tea, or just sitting and doing absolutely nothing. I don’t think we’ve ever had such consistently…
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Fact Checking at Santorini
Santorini. Those surreal blue and white pics you see on calendars, guide books, travel agents and pretty much everywhere you see the word Greece. It’s a major cruise ship destination and apparently the crème de la crème of the Islands. It’s also a fair distance from major boat charter bases, so you need a decent…
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Astypalaia
The first thing I saw when I idled on deck were two goats silhouetted against the sky at the top of the cliff. One had curly horns and the other had none. It appeared they felt terrible smart. In the water Dalen was ripping around in the dinghy and eventually he and Zach went and…
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Embarked
It was nearly midnight and the sea around the boat was churning and splashing with the crew from the Beluga. It had been a fairly easy but long crossing from Kos to Astypalaia and we all felt sticky and stinky. All at once I heard Bonnie’s eager voice urging me to “Come here! The water…
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The Calling Sea
The Journey Greek Islands. Astonishingly clear water, rugged hills with the first few cyclamen popping up, goat bells tinkling, olive groves everywhere, some perfectly dressed while others have run amok. Given a chance, I will always say yes to a trip to the Mediterranean. Walking on the hills I feel all kinds of empty spots…
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