It was a mere 45 minute jaunt from the rolling solitude of Soupia to the cluster-dock of tiny Hydra harbour. Wow. That’s Coral tucked in the back row, 6 from the left.
This place must be just cuckoo in high season. We’re surrounded by a pleasant armada of Ukranians, chartering these boats for a week and travelling as a pack.
So the dock was relatively calm at noon when we showed up, which is good because my last 10 days at anchor made my parking skills pretty rusty. Three tries to get Coral lined up, snaking in reverse all over the place, but once I finally gave Kath the okay to put the anchor down it went fairly well. Both embarassed and jacked with adrenaline, I snugged lines and shrugged to Kathy and our tolerant neighbours. Cam an! Paaakin’ this thing is wicked haaad!
The rest of the day has been occupied with food, booze, and this little bumper addition to the end of our passerelle.
Yup, “passerelle”. Yachting really is that adorable. And speaking of adorable, we got cleaned up to hit the town. Kathy looked so classy, the waiter brought white wine rather than the requested red.
Note Coral lurking in the background. Does this outboard make my transom look big?
Kath–you look totally relaxed–the exact opposite of me! I’m going to start planning my trip!
I wouldn’t say it’s stress-free, but I think the stress of having dozens of spectators while it takes three tries to park the boat in paradise is stress I can handle!
Hi Folks
Enjoying reading even if months late…love the passerelle, very chi-chi for when ur all dressed up!
Keep up the good work-it is highly entertaining here in January post-ice Storm.(Jan 23.2018)
ROFL, Kate! And welcome aboard the blog!