Capitol City of the Cyclades,We are on the fringe of a weather system on the mainlands of Greece and Turkey. There is a high grey overcast and the wind is forecast for 15-25 knots with thundershowers later in the day. Our skipper preps to leave around 9:30 so that we can do some sailing and get to our next destination before it starts to rain. We are underway by 9:45 and for awhile have enough wind to sail. After lunch and a swim in a small cove on the west side of Nisos Siros, we arrive at Hermopoulos on the east side of Siros, capitol city of the Cyclades islands.
It's a large city with a quay along the city front.
|A colorful city - They don't adhere to the all white with blue theme.|
The wind was ripping sideways
on the beam making a stern Med moor quite challenging as we had to thread the needle between some other boats, but our skipper and mate efficiently dropped 150 feet of chain and pulled directly back into the moorage. Just glad we weren't having to do this. The port traffic, wakes and quay rebound create a washing machine effect. THe boats are so close we rub bumpers and the boat is in constant, agitated motion. Walking the hanging gang plank as it slides and sways across the dock is quite a challenge.
Our gang plank delivers us right to a table in a Greek restaurant on the quay.
We are the entertain,emt for the restaurant patrons as we walk the plank. Everyone goes in different directions. Russ and I walk the narrow back streets of the city,
|Matty and Natty on an Empty Street|
stop at an ATM, unsuccessfully hunt for a geocache, have a beer and eat pork gyros with tzaziki at "our table", cross over the dancing gang plank before we drink too much wine, and spend a pleasant evening sitting alone together in the cockpit as port traffic and winds calm.
All is Well With the Worrall Travel R's in Hermopoulos, Siros