Keeping up to date with my journey
Aside from the recent episode of Doctor Huw & The Daleks (see below) the mediterr annee blog has been a little quiet this past month. As this magnificent journey progresses, it seems the Facebook page has seen the regular action so keep an eye here (you don't have to join Facebook to view this page). Nothing other than the book will of course tell the full story! Indeed in past weeks I have thought how best to juggle both blog and Facebook and have come to conclusion that with limited time, internet and a lot to say, I will focus on the Facebook posts from now on. These seem the easiest for people to access/be notified of and are an easier way for me, often by smartphone to tell stories short and long. So I encourage all of you following my journey around the Mediterranean to regularly check in with the Facebook page whether you are members of Facebook or not.
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Friday, 18 July 2014
Day 85, Saturday 19 July - Sutivan, Brac Island, Croatia
Day 84, Friday 18 July - Sutivan, Brac Island, Croatia
Never too much of Brac.......
That's what the T shirt says and for those who are checking my progress here but are not viewing the mediterr annee Facebook page will note I have not moved in the past 10 days. I have spoken little about the discomforts and challenges of paddling day in day out for 8-10 hrs a day. The rashes and wrenches, the effects of salt and sun, pushing on when you want to laze on the beach.
It was not my plan to visit the city of Split on the mainland and if I should then not to spend time in a little loved attraction; Split Hospital. A little pain on the left knee started 12 days ago, like a insect bite gone septic. But there was nothing there on the surface. Then some 10 days ago the knee ballooned and I could hardly walk that morning. I set off paddling to the nearby gorgeous village of Sutivan. No doctor there, only back 10km in Supetar. I don't like 'back'. Bugger it, it will be ok. I got ready to paddle over to small Solta island. Then Ivo walked past, enquired about the journey and I'm suddenly in a car to the doc in Supetar with this great guy who runs an outdoor adventure business on Brac with his wife, the lovely Eti. Doc is worried about thrombosis (all that sitting!) and sends me across the water to Split. After all manner of tests and scans, 6 hrs later no thrombosis (Yay and Double Yay!!) but an inflamed bursa and instructions to rest, ice and antibiotics.
So, after not stopping for more than a day at a time in the past 80 days, I've now been here in Sutivan some 10 days. The knee is improving, but slowly and I don't want to set off only for it to flare up again. The great thing is that not only am I in a wonderful place but Wendy, my wife, has joined me here. The first time we've seen each other since I left Australia 4 months ago. We did plan to meet in Slovenia, at the end of this magical paddle section and before the next stage; 3 months trekking through the Alps. But Wendy arrived in Italy and within days was en route to Croatia. Every cloud.......
There is a long way to go on this journey and fair winds have been with me in spades since I left Turkey. Rough weather is to be expected too.
Monday, 30 June 2014
Day 67, Tuesday 1 July - NEW RELEASE: Dr Huw & The Daleks - The Albania Episode
Dr Huw and his ever faithful companion Miss Grape entered Albanian waters and within minutes the Daleks were upon them; sneering from their rocky pedestals ashore. There was much work to be done in the fight of good against evil for sure.
The battle raged the length of Albania. Miss Grape was fired upon from the heights of Mt Gjivashit. She entered huge caves to chase out Sextopuses and other forces of evil.
Then eventually, near Cape Rodonit, the good doctor used his superhuwman powers to inflict mortal wounds on the last of the Daleks. Invoking the power of global warming to raise the level of the Mediterranean Sea, the Daleks were drowned en masse.
The final 3, the most powerful of all the Daleks, Samson like strength afforded by their hair, were chased by the speeding Miss Grape and now lie broken and balding.
The good people of Albania can now get on with their lives, safe in the knowledge 50 years of darkness is done. The bunkers that once stored munitions now keep the beer cool, others are kitchens for the cooking of fish pulled from the now safe waters.
Children can safely dive in front of subterranean harbours which once harboured monsters from the deep.
New bunkers rise from the sea in a wave of welcome to the world. The people of Albania are free; free at last.
And Dr Huw can now relax until his next mission........
Tuesday, 17 June 2014
Day 53, Tuesday 17 June - Igoumenitsa - The last weeks in Greece
In the Corinth Canal (Thanks to Jose from Spain for the Pic!) |
After some 1600km I'm here in Igoumenitsa, happy to be staying at the Jolly Hotel. My favourite pub name in all of Britain has to be The Jolly Taxpayer in Portsmouth and, as the 13-14 Tax Year in Australia draws to a close at the end of this month, so does my time in Greece. From my balcony I can see the mountains of Albania and, weather permitting, I plan to be under them tomorrow. There is no doubt that Greece has been a very generous and beautiful host this past 7 weeks or so and there are feelings of both melancholy and excitement as I move on to the Balkan nations, 5 countries in the final month or so of this kayaking stage of mediterr année.
(By the way Croatia is still for sale for Save the Children, the only Balkan country left. I'd LOVE to see it bought before I get there in early July. Check here for details. While Croatia are trying to score some goals in the World Cup why not get a team together and score a BIG goal for Save the Children's work with children affected by war and conflict? Continuing the Tax theme, all donations are tax deductible!)
Albania has me intrigued. The first country bought for Save the Children (thanks Prosser family!), the first alphabetically of the 20 I plan to travel through. Albania was ruled by the self proclaimed King Zog up until the outbreak of World War 2. Zog sounds more like a piece of IKEA furniture than such royalty. I've often thought that one of the best jobs in the world must be a position on the IKEA naming panel. I imagine, in the 6 month darkness of an Arctic winter, they retreat to a cabin complete with a crate or two of vodka. There, as the snow falls and the shots are drunk, the suggestions ring out in the cold air: 'Blat!'perfect for a bookcase perhaps? 'Leftos!' for that comfy sofa?
Then for over 40 years up until 1992, communist Albania closed its borders and, ruled with an iron fist by Enver Hoxha, slowly retreated from the world, alienating firstly its Russian allies then its Chinese friends. The country neither welcomed nor sought contact with the outside world. 700,000 concrete bunkers were built - one for every 4 people. Now the country is open again, visitors are welcome and the economy finding its way on the international stage after some desperate teething troubles. Many Greeks warn me to 'be careful and travel quickly' but those travellers I have met who have been there say it is a fine and hospitable country. Understandably the Greeks may have some residual mistrust of their once out of reach neighbour. The next 10 days or so will tell.
A Canal so deep
Stavros, from Cannibal Kayaks House, a magnificent host in Athens, farewelled me from Perama on 3 June. I was not game to cross the shipping lanes of Piraeus, one of the busiest ports in the world. It was bad enough dodging freighters amidst the smell of fuel refineries heading away from Athens. As darkness fell I landed at Pichi and went in search of a hotel. This small town had bars aplenty but hotels none. I couldn't believe it when, unknowingly paraphrasing from Little Britain, one bar owner told me 'This is a local town for local people'. I pitched camp amidst the tables of a harbourside taverna as the rain bucketed down.
On a grey old day I battled wind to get to the Corinth Canal in time to go through. For thousands of years boats were hauled across the 6km Isthmus of Corinth on logs, to save the time and treacherous journey around the Peloponesse. For thousands of years thoughts had turned to building a canal. Indeed Roman Emperor Nero had one started, turning the first sod himself with a shovel made from gold. But it was French and Greek companies who finally completed this magnificent engineering feat in 1893. 25m wide and with 76m high walls, What a privilege; to pass through the Canal, in a kayak, alone. Incredible! Thanks to the Corinth Canal Company for facilitating the passage and my apologies for holding up the waiting shipping taking too many pics! And to look up at one of the high bridges and see a massive Aussie flag and a Boxing Kangaroo flag hanging down. Thanks to Olga Tzimos-Zarris, secretary of The Greek-Australian Society!
Olga and Antonis hosted me at their house near Kiato, the start point for my 100km Gulf of Corinth marathon paddle attempt on 6 June to the Rio-Antirrio Bridge. 100km to finish my Marathon Week and to raise more money for Save the Children. In truth I was so tired before I got on the water. A week of late nights, often 1am, and paddle days was not ideal prep and indeed just getting to Kiato the day before was a haul into strong headwinds. Olga took me around to meet the mayor, the sailing club but I could have happily had a proper siesta.........
Tired before it even began |
Started well enough...... |
After resting up in a hotel run by George, an unctuous sort of bloke, I plodded on down the Gulf, at one point landing to watch and be hammered as a massive storm cell turned the sea wild within a minute and bucketing rain soaked me with nowhere to shelter. It is these sort of storms to watch when doing open crossings.
I planned to camp at Nafpaktos but George Kaltsis would have none of it and had arranged a hotel, the best in town for me, before taking me out for dinner (at midnight!). George, who I'd met at the Surfers4Life festival was a local lad, 28, who was one of Greece's leading whitewater kayakers. He recounted to me how he'd missed out on selection for the Beijing Olympics because the Greek Canoeing Federation (!) had told him he only needed to attend one selection race of 2 in either Slovenia or Brazil. He obviously chose Slovenia for convenience and cost reasons. Then, just after the Brazilian event, the Federation told him the IOC had now told them he should have gone to both! George had an endearing way of using the word 'stupid' to describe everything from the Federation, to food, mountains or people!
the Bridge too Far is reached.....Finally |
The Ionian.....heading north, snake country?
George, having seen some of his backyard for the first time, left me at Messologi, the start of the delta for Greece's longest river, the Acheloos. From a kayak you often see things that turn out to not be what you saw. Large castles turn out to be little sheds when you get close, rocks tumbling down a hillside turn out to be a village. This is amplified in flat delta country. At one point I saw a couple on a beach, fishing I thought. Then as I got closer one sat on the other. Nothing too unusual in that; as I've gone along the coast I have passed quiet beaches with lovers in embrace and more, averting my gaze and gliding slowly past. As I glided past this couple, the man was sat on a chair.......
In the Ionian |
Conditions yachties hate! |
Birthday coffee on Birthday Beach |
3 days ago I pulled into a rocky cove of cliffs and caves on a truly spectacular bit of coast. A yacht was moored off a sandy beach that seemed perfect for the last night in my 50th year and to wake for my birthday on the 50th day out of Gallipoli. It was a good spot to be, reminiscent of the beach in NW Australia's Kimberley where Wayne and I celebrated my 40th birthday in 2003, as we paddled that remote and gorgeous coast. Greece put on a great bit of coast for the following day. It was a quiet day and I felt a bit melancholic. Missing Wendy and family but also realising that my time in Greece was coming to an end and also perhaps that with summer arriving, holidaymakers are starting to take over 'my' Med.
But I don't think they will have taken over Albania..........time to get going and get there!
PS There are only 3 countries in the world that start with A but don't finish with A....Can you name them?
Tuesday, 3 June 2014
Day 39, Tuesday 3 June - Athens - It's Marathon Week!
Start Point.....Finish Point |
Ah Athens....the last time I was here I was an impoverished 19 year old school leaver. With the last few pounds in my pocket I found a 3 day bus back to UK. We started with 2 drivers but one was arrested at the (then) Yugoslavian border for smuggling coffee. I was sat next to a nun who would not allow me to open the window for 3 days. When we arrived in Belgium on the 3rd day, our remaining driver, deserving I guess of some additional reward, took the coach on a tour of the back streets of Brussels and pulled up outside a row of windows with women sitting in them. One of the women left her perch as the driver went inside. We remained transfixed and unbelieving on the bus (The look on the nun's face remains with me to this day!). 20 minutes later the driver came out, all smiles, and we continued to Ostende to catch the ferry to England.
Anyway such digressions from the business of the week. It is Marathon week as many of you know.
Andreas - Bouzouki player, postman and football coach |
Last Friday was paddling down the coast and pulled into tiny Sesi for a quick stretch. Then the sounds of a Bouzouki floated down from the taverna.......
Andreas, Costas, Georgious and more instructed me to join them for a late lunch. A quick stretch turned into a long, long one. Well Sesi was as good a place as any to start walking. That night strolled into the darkness to Grammatiko and slept in the house of Costas, the taverna owner. Then Saturday morning I left and walked the 7km to Marathonas, to breakfast with Andreas and his family. Andreas; bouzouki player, Marathonas postman and coach of the Marathon Fighters soccer team, took me to the start line for the classic 42km marathon route to Athens.
The crowd roared at the start in Marathonas. 42km to go |
9am, the crowd roared, the gun went off and I was away. It started well enough but a third of the way in, my training programme of sitting down in a kayak for 35 days not using my legs, was starting to pay off (or was it payback?). My quads started to pain me, initially just twinges. But by the halfway mark, they were bloody sore! Rain began to fall on a day when I hoped to stay dry after all the time in the kayak, in the water. Luckily it didn't last.
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41km to go | Race Marshall holds me up |
Pain grew as kilometres passed ever slower. Would I break 10 hours? At one point I was thinking how much of a beer desert Greece was - not a lot of choice - and pondered whether there was any move to boutique beer brewing. As I did, on the other side of the 6 lanes, I spied The Beer Corner. But it was too far for me to visit! 30km in, a tortoise passed me on the trail.
Overtaken by tortoise and not moving much faster than hubcap |
A defiant finisher outside the fence at the Panathenaic Stadium |
Then I looked to my left just before 7pm and there was the Panathenaic Stadium, the home of the first modern Olympic Games in 1896 and the finish for the Marathon that year and again in 2004. But the crowds had left but for a few milling around inside. 'Can I go in?' I asked an attendant taking down some barriers. 'We are just now closed' he replied. So with 300 metres to go, around the track, I'm stymied but I'm done. Pleasingly though, the IOC have subsequently confirmed my time of 9:49:15 is a new Olympic Record for a Welsh Australian Kayaker aged 50!
From Famine to Feast
My first kayak race in Greece |
Legends Stavros and Dimitris (plus some no hoper) |
2/3 of the total number of Tiderace Pace 17 Tour kayaks in Greece (plus some plastic thing!) |
Many of you will know that I have been flying a New Zealand flag since Gallipoli. Here, back in Athens, a huge shipping conference is taking place this week. It only seemed apt that now was the time to move away from my 'flag of covenience' and return to the Australian fleet. So a visit to the Australian Embassy was arranged and a very nice little presentation from the Australian Ambassador, saw me leave with an Aussie flag. Ok, it's a bit smaller than the Kiwi one........
I celebrated last night at Dimitris house, another kayak legend here, making a Greek salad, my 'signature dish'!
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There was some talk about taking the bigger one behind.... |
To the Canal....To the next Marathon - 100km paddle in one day!
I'm not doing this cos I need the challenge. I'm doing it to raise money for Save the Children. With this in mind I'm asking you to join my challenge and pledge to donate an amount if I complete the mediterr année Marathon. If I don't succeed you don't pay. I need to know there is at least $2000 (1300 Euros) pledged to ensure I start (but I hope to raise a lot more than that). You can make your pledge either by sending an email to info@mediterrannee.com.au or stating your pledge on the Facebook item about this.
If I'm successful then you can go to the mediterr année Save the Children donation page here . To all my Greek and European friends you can use any valid Visa/Mastercard here. There will be a small conversion fee from Australian dollars on your bill. If for any reason you are not happy with doing that then we can find an alternative so don't be afraid to pledge your Euros/Pounds etc!
Remember 100% of your donation goes straight to Save the Children for the superb work they are doing with children affected by war and conflict in Syria and elsewhere.
Finally, for now, for those following me on the Spot Tracker to see where I reach each day, we've changed to a new website to show the map. On this it shows from Day 1 not just the last 7 days. The new link is http://huwkingston.followmyspot.com/mediterr-annee
Thanks for your support!
Friday, 30 May 2014
A Marathon in the home of The Marathon.......Paddling 100km in one day!
Have I done enough training in 35 days for a Marathon paddle? |
It's day 35, 30 May and I can almost smell the Athens pollution. As the crow flies from where I am now it is probably some 60km to the Acropolis (or an hour to drive and and hour to find somewhere to park as someone told me today).
I really don't need another challenge but there are too many connections........
Over the past week I've been concocting a plan, there being a fair bit of time to think when paddling for 8 hours or so each day. In 490BC the vastly outnumbered Greek army defeated the mighty Persian army in the Battle of Marathon, thus saving Athens from capture. Legend has it that a runner was despatched the 42km to Athens to announce the victory. And thus the Marathon was born.
Surely, while I am in Greece, I should respect the tradition and undertake a marathon paddle to raise funds for Save the Children. But what is a marathon paddle? The classic Marathon distance of 42km is about my average day so that's out. 100 is always such a lovely round number AND mediterr année is commemorating the Anzac Centenary so 100 works well. It's also twice my age!
So one night I looked at the map.......
After I go through the Corinth Canal I paddle out into the Gulf of Corinth. A quick measure with my thumb in the tent that night showed it was around 100km. A more detailed measure by those with more technological grasp than I confirmed that from Kiato, near Corinth to the bridge across the far western end of the Gulf near Patras makes a nice fat 100km!
So ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls; with your help, next Friday 6 June (the 42nd day since I left Gallipoli....another connection), assuming no major hiccoughs with my planned schedule, I will attempt to paddle 100km in one day. Let there be no doubt this is a major challenge for me. The one and only time I paddled that distance was the Hawkesbury Classic Canoe Race in 2001. I was young and foolish then....
You will be able to follow my progress on Follow My Spot here. Ordinarily I only turn this on once a day to log my camp position but for this Marathon I will post the position hourly.
How you can Help....Please!
I'm not doing this cos I need the challenge. I'm doing it to raise money for Save the Children. With this in mind I'm asking you to join my challenge and pledge to donate an amount if I complete the mediterr année Marathon. If I don't succeed you don't pay. I need to know there is at least $2000 (1300 Euros) pledged to ensure I start (but I hope to raise a lot more than that). You can make your pledge either by sending an email to info@mediterrannee.com.au or stating your pledge on the Facebook item about this.
If I'm successful then you can go to the mediterr année Save the Children donation page here . To all my Greek and European friends you can use any valid Visa/Mastercard here. There will be a small conversion fee from Australian dollars on your bill. If for any reason you are not happy with doing that then we can find an alternative so don't be afraid to pledge your Euros/Pounds etc!
Remember 100% of your donation goes straight to Save the Children for the superb work they are doing with children affected by war and conflict in Syria and elsewhere.
The Australian Embassy have offered to help spread the word to their contacts in Greece including the Australian community. I'd love to engage as many locals in Greece as possible so to all those I've met who are now following mediterr année on Facebook etc do share this around and encourage your friends/family etc to get involved.
And some Logistics help too......
Also to all my Greek friends or others in Greece reading this. I'd love to have one or two people in support for the Marathon attempt. Taking photos, posting on Facebook and carrying all my luggage so I don't need to carry an extra 30kg of weight in the boat. So if you're free on 5-6 June, have a car and are able to help let me know. You get to share hopefully a great day, a celebration meal/drinks at the end and helping a great cause! Masseurs welcome - I'll need one at the end!
Drop me an email huw@mediterrannee.com.au or call me on my Greek mobile 6945917635
So Pledge Away People either by sending an email to info@mediterrannee.com.au or stating your pledge on the Facebook item about this.
The Greeks won the war in 490BC. I hope Save the Children win this one.
After announcing 'We Won!' to the Athenians, the runner promptly collapsed and never recovered. I'm planning on perhaps the collapse part after but a quick recovery!
And there's More.......connections
I realised after I had the idea of the Marathon paddle, that I was going to pass close to the town of Marathon. So today I've decided to pay homage to that site and then walk the classic 42km Marathon course to the centre of Athens. (No I won't be running it - I gave up running 20+ years ago and, not having walked much further than up and down a beach this past month it's going to hurt enough as it is!)
So later today,F riday, I will leave Miss Grape at Shinlas, the location of the Canoe/Kayak/Rowing events in 2004 Olympics , walk the 10km or so to Marathon and then Saturday walk the 42km to Athens. Once in Athens I will be driven back to Shinlas by the organizers of the SurfersforLife Wellness Festival (bike, kayak, run) for Sunday to talk to the participants, hand out the medals etc etc.
Everything falls into place. Not only do I get to exercise my legs but I get to miss some very strong headwinds (Force 6-7) over the next few days!
Thanks for getting involved. Thanks in advance for getting me to the start line of the inaugural mediterrannée Marathon!!
Hopefully Miss Grape, the Pace 17 Tour kayak will speed away with me in it on 6 June! |
Saturday, 24 May 2014
Day 29 - 24 May, Katigeorgis - Pelion Peninsula
Another rotten camp on another rotten beach....... |
4 weeks now along this watery highway where I can wander at will and overtake nothing but the land (generally) on my right hand side and where rest areas are plentiful if I dare take them (always aware that a simple stop to stretch the legs can become a 2 hour lunch......).
I'm resting up for the day at a tiny little harbour called Katigeorgis near the end of the Pelion Peninsula. I say 'resting' but truly the most stressful part of the journey so far is chasing power to charge devices and download images. Rest days involve as much sitting (in front of a laptop) as I do in the kayak. Something that worries me as I watch my legs waste away and the Alps trekking traverse gets closer.....
At least the room tonight is mosquito free. The last time I took a room; by morning the walls were smeared in blood and the floor littered with carcasses. I was still alive but who had won the battle?
Mikalos, a shack dweller living on a beach back on Sinthonia, amidst a clutter of nets, cats, welding equipment and beer bottles, could not understand why I did not have a small engine. 'It make it easier for you. You sit and enjoy the scenery, maybe read or write your thoughts as you travel'. He'd obviously never sat in an unstable kayak! But it would be easy to update this blog then eh? (for those looking for more regular snapshots and updates check out the Facebook page )
Lunch beach on the Pelion |
Cave Man |
Of Mountains.....
Mount Ossa, Pelion - familiar names in this unfamiliar environment. So those same name mountains, back in Australia, in Tasmania, take their names from these in Greece.
But these mountains crouch respectfully beneath snowcapped Mount Olympus (2911m), the party room of Zeus and his fellow ancient Greek gods and the highest in Greece. Olympus has been my companion for much of the past week in the same way that Athos was the week before. Indeed as one faded into the background the other grew larger each day.
Camp with Mt Olympus in the background |
I thought back to early plans for mediterr année before it had that name; 'one year in the Mediterranean'. It started as an idea to kayak all the way around. But I couldn't get excited about sitting on my arse for 15 months or more. So as a means to move away from the coast and use the legs it became that plus climb, from sea level, the highest mountain in each country. But then the journey headed towards 2 years; something neither Wendy nor I were keen on. So now, I stayed at sea level and passed beneath Olympus.
Of Hills......
The wind blew hard against me, waves breaking over Miss Grape. I headed for the shelter of Nea Moudania harbour. I landed on one small beach outside the harbour, absent mindedly hooking myself up in some fishing lines. Pushed off again and headed into the harbour to a small sandy beach. As I pulled the kayak out of the water an old man waved from the only house on the harbour. 'You are from Australia?' (no-one yet has recognised the difference between my NZ flag or the Aussie flag I should be showing!). 86 year old Theo came out of his gate to tell his story. In 1954 he moved to Australia and worked in the Port Kembla steel mill and for the evil (my words not his) Hydro Electric Commission in Tasmania. He fell in love with a Greek girl there and they married in Sydney but she was homesick so in 1959 they returned to Greece, Theo less keen for the return. As we spoke on the beach I glanced over Theo's shoulder, I think I was wondering if I might see his wife. Was she still alive? But what I saw surprised me. There in the yard, full of washing luffing in the sheltered harbour, was a Hills Hoist! One of Australia's proudest inventions and an icon in the mould of Vegemite and Victa lawnmowers. "I brought a few things back with me on the ship in 1959. You see my Hills".
You can view a short video of Theo here
Hills Hoist still doing its job 55 years after leaving Australia |
Later, when I returned to the beach to set off, sporting new haircut and beard trimmed, Theo came out again. This time with a selection of photos of 1950's Australia. Of his wedding in Hyde Park in Sydney, at the Three Sisters up in the Blue Mountains, in Hobart and of the 1956 Olympics in Melbourne. Then he pulled out an old map. A map of western Turkey. There he pointed out the names of towns around the Sea of Marmaris (near Istanbul) -Greek names like Moudania, Kallikratia. He explained that was where his family was from, before the forced migration of 1.5 million Greeks (and 500,000 Turks the other way). Many to 'new' towns with the old names like 'Nea' (new) Moudania where I was and Nea Kallikratia which I would later paddle past. Greek history, right up until relatively recently has been a story of changing boundaries and turmoil, of monarchy, republic and coup. Today is election day in Greece.....
I'd raised some emotions for Theo and as I left watery eyes bade me farewell "Ah Australia, Australia...Yiassou, Yiassou."
Route Canal Therapy, Fingers and Rings
Route Canal Therapy No 1 |
For the second, the Sithonia, I gave it the full finger. And great paddling it was too. On the day I went around the end of the peninsula, it was a little blowy. I pulled in for a short break at Kalimitsi before huge cliffs would offer no respite. That turned into a 2 hour lunch with a Russian Greek and his 2nd wife...... Finally got away and bounced around the end onto the western side, glad to have got around before forecast 40 knot southerlies. I landed at a caravan park/campsite as the sun set. When I arrived the owners said they would not charge me as I was raising money for charity. I then explained it was for Save the Children. Nicki then exclaimed 'No way!' (or the Greek equivalent) and then proceeded to show me her and her husbands wedding rings. From Bvlgari jewellers with Save the Children engraved on the inside! Bvlgari are a worldwide partner of Save the Children. Of all the camps in all of Greece.......
It was back to route canal therapy for the final finger, the Kassandra. This time a canal with water in it, The Portes Canal, allowed me to paddle across the neck. No bad thing I gather as I'd heard the Kassandra had been wrecked by over development for tourism. I looked west at my first glimpse of Mount Olympus and east for my final views of Mount Athos.
Route Canal Therapy No 2 |
Plenty of fishing boats. I have yet to see another kayak |