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Two boys on a boat

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Escape!

It’s nearly August as I write this and it’s

been HOT, HOT, HOT in the Ionian. It takes a huge amount of effort to work in the mid-

dle of the day so many of us give in to the afternoon siesta culture to take a nap, swim or perhaps meet friends in a shady corner of a village as this month’s cover suggests. Besides being hot, the Ionian in August can also get very

crowded and so we have several suggestions on how to es-cape and to find your own peaceful corner in the shade. Cathy King reveals the locations of her secret, secluded an-

chorages in Off the beaten track in the Ionian – dream or reality? Pssst, don’t tell anyone. If you are on land, you can also escape the heat and the

crowds and perhaps even meditate a little. Where? Read, The Rodia Monastery by Yannis Kontopoulos to find out. Yet, another way is to do what Martin Stote did and writes

about in Dawn over Kastos – wake up early to watch the sun rise. It’s amazingly cool and quiet at that time of the day. Perhaps you prefer to drive to get away from it all? Barbara

de Machula recounts her and her husband’s sometimes hairy experiences of exploring the Ionian in an ancient Land Rover in The art of road travel. And to begin, James Mills tells us about the joys of cruising

life for children in Two boys in a boat and Vicky Iliopoulou acquaints us with the history and healing properties of some of the Greek herbs.

We also have a race cal-endar for the Ionian area for you, so whatever you do, I hope you have the best August ever! Enjoy reading... ~~~_/) Barbara Molin

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Brush your hand over a pot of lemony basil, sniff a handful of zesty mint, or just inhale the pungent aroma of a hillside of wild thyme, and it is easy to see how herbs have made such an impact on Greek religion, medicine, cookery, and folklore.

It is a love affair that dates back thousands of years. Ancient Greeks infused wine with honey and herbs during their Dionysian revels - Dionysius was often portrayed holding a stick of fennel. Homer described the herbs native to his country, and Odysseus outwitted Circe, a particularly unpleasant she-witch who could turn men into pigs, using the holy herb Moly. (The name may sound familiar from another context. "Holy Moly" was an exclamation of surprise used by the comic book superhero Captain Marvel.)

The doctors and physicians of Ancient Greece treated their athletes and soldiers with herbs like hypericum, also known as St John’s wort, or chase-devil, said to be a cure for depression. They used plantago for insect bites, rashes and sores; arnica – part of the sunflower family - to heal bruising; and achillea to staunch the flow of blood from wounds. Balsam oil was used by Spartan soldiers for bruises and scratches, and even broken bones.

Hippophaes comes from the shrub known as sea-buckthorn, and is used in pharmaceutical products today. It is rich in vitamins and antioxidants. Its properties were discovered by the troops of Alexander the Great who noticed that when their horses grazed on it, their coats became beautifully shiny.

The warm, sun-kissed and well-drained hillsides of the Ionian islands provide the perfect environment for the herbs for which Greece and the wider Mediterranean are so well known today, and to which the characteristic flavours of Greek cooking owe so much.

Modern research also points to the Mediterranean diet, and its heavy reliance on olive oil, as being particularly healthy. Many of the herbs used in modern Greek cookery have traditional medicinal properties, and roots buried deep in mythology and folklore.

Oregano, which features widely in Greek cuisine, was known as the herb of happiness, and was used to make garlands for young engaged couples. Mint, used as a garnish for drinks, and delicious in salads and with yoghurt, is a traditional remedy for stomach upsets. Bay leaf, used in stocks soups and casseroles, and in bouquet garni with parsley and thyme, was used to treat sprains and bruises, and was the leaf woven into crowns of laurels for heroes and poets.

Parsley, which is full of iron, also used historically in garlands, is probably the best known herb in the world, and is used in a vast array of savoury foods. Thyme, known for its antiseptic and anti-bacterial qualities, is used in stuffings, roasts and casseroles.

Lemon balm is used in salads and stuffings. Many scholars think it is one of the plants which adorned the meadows around Calypso’s cave in The Odyssey. And there are records of people who drank it regularly who lived to be well over 100 years old.

Vicky Iliopoulou and her husband Marios Fotiadis own a Herb Shop in Lefkada. Vicky has 20 years of experience in Aromatherapy and Aesthetics. She has also worked as a Spa Manager in Athens. Herbs and Spices Shop; Iroon Politechneiou 32 -Lefkada [email protected] Tel: 26450-26230

Health and Beauty

Homer, herbs and health

Vicky Iliopoulou

News/Calendar

Race Calendar for Southern Ionian

The Yacht Club of Lefkada/Nautical Omilo Lefkada (NOL) organizes races under IRC ratings with also a class for non-measured yachts, which use a PY (Portsmouth Yardstick)handicap. All yachts are welcome to participate in the races and the club welcomes new members.

July 31 - August 7 Ionian Rally

Patras Yacht Club Races 1st race August 1 Patras- Kilini 2nd race August 3 Kilini- Vathi (Ithaca) 3rd race August 5 Vathi (Ithaca) – Vathi (Meganinsi) 4th race August 6 Triangle race in the Meganisi area July 31 welcome party Patras August 7 prize giving party Vathi (Meganisi)

Ionian Regional Races - NOL September 23 - September 25 windward-leeward and course races - Lefkas area.

NOL Winter Series. October 9 Lefkas-Preveza triangle race. October 23 Lygia- Nikiana windward-leeward race. November 5 Round the island race. November 19 - 20 Lefkas- Meganisi. Meganisi-Lefkas races. December 4 Lygia-Agios Nikolas race. December 11 Lygia-Nikiana windward-leeward race.

For more information call Neil McRobert at: 693 271 6258.


Hi, my name is James and I am going to tell you what it is like to be a kid living on a boat. It is actually good fun. You can see all these different places and see different cultures and

wildlife. My brother and I have now been to nine different countries, which include Spain, France, Italy, Tunisia, Montenegro, Croatia, Greece, Turkey and England. As you can see that is a lot of countries. I have also seen some amazing creatures, such as dolphins, sperm whales, turtles, sharks, sea slugs, seals and octopuses. That is a lot of animals. And we can move when we have bad neighbours. But of course there are a few downsides. There is a very small amount of room on a boat, so we don’t have a lot of things. We have to maintain our friendships by e-mail. We have friends in Austria, England, Slovenia and Jamaica. But on the bright side, my brother and I are home educated and don’t have to sit in a stuffy classroom, but instead we sit out in the sun and we probably know more than most kids our age and have experienced a lot more too. As soon as we have finished, we have a choice between sailing in my brother’s dinghy or going to play

on the beach. At the moment we are sailing around the Ionian, enjoying the tranquil sea and warm sun. I wouldn’t swap this life for anything.

James Mills (13) for the past eight years has been cruising with his family in Greece and Turkey on board their sailboat, “Coconut.”

Children’s Corner

Two boys on a boat

James Mills


Ionian Life

We like to drive in our ancient thirty year old Land Rover and discover new roads. Sometimes we drive where there are no roads at all. Sometimes we get stuck and a friendly farmer with a tractor pulls us out of a river bed or we free ourselves by sheer hard work, while the local boys stand by and watch. Crazy foreigners!

There is a road on the island of Lefkada that goes all the way up the mountain in wild curves and bends. In the heat of summer we took this road, stealing figs from the trees at the roadside on the way up. Finally the old Land Rover made it up the mountain, where to our surprise we were welcomed by an old lady who had already set the table with wine, fresh water and some delicious home-made pastries.

She had seen us coming at the first bend, and knew that in 20 minutes we would be stranded at her little house, thirsty and hungry. We didn't speak Greek, but to our surprise we could talk with hand signals and gesticulations and our conversation about life lasted until sunset.

This is so different to the Dutch way.

When we want to see our friends, we call to make an appointment. After a lot of hassle with our busy diaries, we may finally find a blank spot three weeks on. If we are lucky, this may include dinner.

In Holland you cannot visit your friends unexpectedly at dinner time. It would be considered rude. They are just as likely to send you away from the door, saying,

“Come back later, we are having dinner now.” I find this crazy.

Then there is the matter of queuing at the supermarket counter. In Holland we try to be away from the counter as quickly as possible. There is no way that someone can be served before their turn. We watch like hawks to see who is first, who is next, and when it is our turn, we hurry and rush.

Here in Greece, we meet our neighbours and friends at the food counter, exchange the latest gossip and admire the newborn babies. The same thing happens on the road. We often see two cars in the middle of the road, with the occupants exchanging news and laughter, while the other traffic waits patiently for the chat to end. After a few minutes someone might sound their

horn, but nobody bothers too much. I love that. One day we drove through our little village, and beside the road there are several tavernas where the men enjoy their coffees or ouzos. The Land Rover felt a bit awkward, she seemed to have a rumble in the axle. Suddenly we felt a jolt, and we

saw one of our wheels overtake us. The wheel rolled all the way down the hill past the tavernas where the old men looked on with puzzled faces, as first a wheel rolled past, followed by a Land Rover with a wheel missing. The wheel landed in front of one of the tavernas, and we followed. We picked the wheel up, threw it in the back and continued on our way. The Land Rover obviously needed some work, but with three wheels she could still make it

The art of road travel

Barbara de Machula

… at different places holes appeared, which were so big that

we thought we might get a subway train system as a bonus.


home. Nobody took much notice. At some point, the town council

decided that it was time to renew the sewerage system in our village. This was not an easy task, as most of the village houses have a cesspit. Engineers from the big cities were called in, and at different places holes appeared, which were so big that we thought we might get a subway train system as a bonus. There seemed to be no rationale as to where the holes were being dug, and the village became like a complex maze. Nobody knew which road would be open or closed the next day, and this lasted for at least two years, including the tourist season in summer. We joked that the maze was meant to keep the tourists in, so they could not escape and would have to spend all their money in the village.

Luckily we had a bank machine in the village, close to the restaurants and the shops. But to my great surprise even that disappeared. They removed the bank machine. Now the roads are open (the holes have been filled in) and to get some cash, we have to drive or walk all the way up the hill to the remaining bank machine at the other end of the village, as far away from where we want to spend our money as possible.

At least our roads are improving. On the way to the first big city from our village we pass a major highway which is under

construction. But it seems the money has run out – and so too has the road. The highway ends in the middle of nowhere. That really is a road to nowhere.

Barbara de Machula is a writer and a painting teacher. For the past six years, she has been living with her husband, Peter on a farm near a monastery in Palairos. www.paintingholidaygreece.com


The window of our bedroom in the

old stone house faced east towards the mainland mountains. An intense dot of red light throbbed on the horizon, like the pinpoint of heat you create when you hold a magnifying glass to the rays of the sun. It glowed fiercely, a harbinger of the dawn to come. A cockerel crowed once. It was less of a crow, more of a stangulated shriek. Then a few birds, startled into a false dawn chorus, piped and twittered from the trees, before falling eerily silent again.

We slipped down the stone steps and walked through the silent night towards the harbour half a mile below us. Even the crickets, whose frenzied crescendo filled the island's daylight hours, were still.

Every now and then something large

moved amongst the bushes either side of the track, followed moments later by the dull but reassuring clunk of a bell. The island's goats and sheep were enjoying a little nocturnal grazing.

Soon we saw the crescent of street lights that surrounded the harbour, surprisingly bright given its size. We picked our way down past the slumbering houses around the waterfront, with their closed metal

gates, and wire fences. We sat at a table at one of the two

harbourside tavernas. Around thirty flotilla yachts had arrived since we landed on the island the day before. Nothing stirred. Some time before 6 am the lights around the harbour flicked off in consort, presumably on an automatic timer. For twenty minutes we sat in reverential

silence, enjoying having the dozing boats, the reflections in the inky water, and the occasional cry of an owl all to ourselves.

As dawn seeped over the horizon, a dark wine-red stain that metamorphosed gently into a soft rose, the harbour stirred. A door opened in the handsome old stone two-storey house that stood on the left of the waterfront, right on the thin shingle beach. It was the sort of foursquare property which, if transported to West Sussex or

Cornwall in Britain would have estate agents reaching for the smelling salts and the superlatives.

A man appeared from the shadows beside the house, and went to a powder blue and white fishing boat in the inner harbour. He arranged a few items on the boat, grasped the wooden oars, and sculled past the fibre-glass passenger cruiser that was

moored in the entrance channel to the inner harbour, nimbly giving one last thrust and shipping his oars as he slid past it in the narrow channel. We didn't know if he was sculling so as not to disturb his neighbours, or to conserve fuel. It was just before 6 am. An outboard motor, still concealed under its monk's hood of a cover, sat mute on the transom. A few moments later another man appeared. He made a far less subtle departure, revving

up an outboard and motoring across the outer harbour, his figure silhouetted against the brightening sky.

Then it was the turn of the shepherd. He didn't look like a shepherd. He was just a Greek guy in jeans and short-sleeved, black T-shirt. But he held a bundle of hay, and he was followed by twenty or so sheep, their hooves clicking like knitting needles along the stone quayside as they

Destination

Dawn over Kastos

Martin Stote

Martin Stote and his wife Sue spent a night in an old stone house on Kastos as guests of

one of the villagers, but had to be up before dawn to catch a lift on a power boat back to Lefkas. They watched the

harbour wake up...


followed him into a field of about an acre beside our taverna, with olive trees dotted about it.

Next up, two octopus fishermen. The first was an old man with a baggy backside to his trousers, who appeared clutching a long pole, some twelve feet in length, with a mean little multi-pronged fork on the end. It looked like a giant's toasting fork. He sidled quietly around the quay, like some geriatric heron, peering intently into the water, but never once deploying his fork.

A loud, soggy thwack from some boulders beneath the quay announced that he had competition. A second fishermen, younger, and with a shock of thick silver hair, was rhythmically smacking an octopus onto one of the stones. It made a soggy, muffled retort, like beating a wet carpet. Whump. Whump. The octopus was about a foot long, its tentacles stretching out as far again. The man had removed its ink sack, which sat sadly, like a black purse, on a rock beside him. Then he spent fifteen minutes lathering the flaccid body against a rock, a milky residue seeping into the sea. He was tenderizing the flesh for the pot, he said.

Finally, the flotilla yachtsmen wandered around the quayside with their towels and toilet bags, heading for a shower, and their morning briefing. I couldn't help but feel slightly smug, thinking that they had missed such an intriguing part of the day. The

previous year we had missed it too. Martin Stote, a retired Daily Express staff journalist, has been sailing with his wife, sue in the Ionian for ten years. He is the Deputy Editor of The Ionian..

ANTIFOULING PAINT AND


Standing in the grounds of

the Monastery of the Virgin Mary of Rodia, gazing out across the lagoon, it is still possible to imagine something of the rich spiritual and physical lives of the monks who once lived there.

The monastery, also known as the Panagia Rodia, stands at the foot of the Black Mountains, on the edge of the Rodia Lagoon, which is tucked away in the north western corner of the Gulf of Amvrakia, (also called Amvrakikos) just above Preveza. It surveys a panorama of sea and salt marshes which glitter in the heat of a summer afternoon and in the evening are often bathed in the warm glow of serene sunsets.

But for the monks who first settled there, according to some

scholars as early as the tenth century, the lagoon was also a valuable source of income and food. Even today the lagoon and the wider bay teem with wildlife - duck, fish of many varieties, oysters, shrimps, prawns, and eels.

One account has the monastery being established in 970 during the reign of the Byzantine emperor Ioannis Tsimiskis. During the next 1000 years it could not always protect itself from the turbulent history of the Ionian itself - the eventual decline of Byzantine rule, the passage of the Crusaders, domination of the islands by the Venetians, and incursions from the Ottoman empire.

In the 18th century, the monastery had two villages, Marati and Vigla under its authority, a large amount of property and fisheries, although some of the properties were apparently later confiscated by Ottoman forces.

In the 19th century the monastery was also well off, spending large

amounts of money to help maintain schools in Preveza and Arta.

In 1921 the monastery was annexed to another for administrative purposes; since then it has been declared an historical monument. In 2008 a monk’s cell was restored to give visitors some idea of the domestic austerity of the monastic lifestyle.

By contrast, the magnificent interior of the monastery church, or katholikon, is an artistic and religious kaleidoscope, decorated with a superb array of richly-coloured murals, which depict the history of the world from Adam

and Eve, the life and passion of Christ, and the Last Judgement. They are painted in a naïve folk style using pigments and oxides mixed with glue, in breath-taking colours – gold, deep reds, purples and blues. This beautiful building is no longer used for regular parish worship, but is still used to celebrate the feast of the Holy Virgin four times a year and for special services on request.

If you wish to visit the Rodia Monastery and have a guided tour, you may contact Minerva Kontopoulou: tel: 26830 41219 or [email protected] www.rodiawetlands.gr

History

The monastery of Rodia

Yannis Kontopoulos


The clincher for us was when

we sailed to Port Kastos for the night last August. With impecca-bly bad timing not one, not two, but three flotillas were converg-ing on the harbour as we ap-proached. To make things worse, Kastos harbour is tiny and the holding is poor.

The quay was already full on both sides, so we nosed our bow in until we ran out of depth, took a long line to a convenient lamp post ashore and chucked out the kedge anchor astern. Before long we had a raft going with several boats moored either side of us. I counted 75 boats in there that night. You could have walked ashore by stepping from one boat to another.

As partying went on all round us late into the night, we vowed next day to search for somewhere off the beaten track. But with high season definitely upon us and the Ionian as popular with yachties as ever, was there anywhere we could go to get away from the crowds?

In the morning we headed south towards the Dragonera islands. With the sea breeze filling our sails from behind, it didn't take long to reach our destination on the mainland.

There are fish farms on either side of the approach to Port Pandelimon. We were aiming for the double-headed inlet to the south. It looks like there's no way in as a fish farm straddles the entrance, but we found the narrow channel on the far side between the fish pens and the shore and motored in.

Once inside, we high-fived in triumph. The anchorage was empty. No one else was there apart from a small fishing boat tied to a tree. And it stayed that way for

the rest of the day and all night. We had the place completely to ourselves - in Au-gust!

There's a price to be paid for such seclu-sion of course. There are absolutely no facilities ashore. The water was too murky to swim, there was a distinct whiff of fish in the air, and the security lights from the nearby ship-breaking yard spoiled the night sky. But we didn't mind any of that. We'd found the peace and quiet we were looking for - and only a short sail away from the overcrowding of the night before.

Was our experience a one-off? Or does it give us a clue about where to go for a bit of peace and quiet? Well, there's no doubt that most of the charter boat skippers and flotilla captains love the islands. So head-ing for the mainland is a good bet. Here are a few of our favourite anchorages along the Ionian coast.

Starting at the top, Valtou Bay just north of Igoumenitsa is wonderfully sheltered and never gets too crowded. We take the

dinghy out early in the morning and paddle across the wetlands for a spot of bird-watching. The gulf of Amvrakikos is one of our favourite places to sail as there's a reli-able breeze with no swell. The delightful town of Vonitsa is on the flotilla circuit so it can get busy, but head further east into the gulf and there are plenty of safe anchor-ages on the north and

south sides depending on the direction of the wind. We spent a wonderful few days in Ormos Loutraki earlier in the year and we didn't see another yacht.

Just south of the Levkas canal is Ormos Variko, an open bay with crystal clear wa-ter and a good beach. Once the day trip-pers from Nidri have gone, it's a pleasant place for an overnight stay as long as the wind doesn't blow up from the south.

A few miles south of Port Pandelimon is Nisos Petalas. This large island shelters a wide expanse of shallow water under its east side. The anchorage area is much lar-ger than the chart suggests - about the size of Vlicho bay. It's popular with visiting yachts but it never gets overcrowded and the surrounding scenery is magnificent.

It's unusual to find anything ashore in these places, although if you're lucky you may find a small taverna open. So it's a good idea to stock up on food and water before finding out to enjoy the peace and quiet of the Ionian in summer free from the crowds.

Off the beaten track in the Ionian can be a reality—even in August.

Cathy King, writer and deputy editor of The Ionian in 2010, spent the last two years cruis-ing the Ionian with her husband Leighton on-board their Saltram 40, Makarma. Her debut

novel, 'Paulina Annenkova', is published on Kindle at www.amazon.co.uk

On The Water

Off the beaten track in the Ionian

– dream or reality?

Cathy King

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