Sailing Italy has been.... Challenging.
Harsh wind and waves, unbearable heat, an engine problem, ongoing health issues and the high prices of marinas have all made the last six weeks difficult. Oh, and I forgot about the woman who chopped off the tip of her finger in the anchor chain. I had to be a nurse at a remote anchorage :( I know, poor us, sailing the Med. But you try it.
Celebrating our last night before Greece!
Although southern Italy has many beautiful and historic sights, the coast on the bottom of the boot in Calabria is rather nondescript, mostly flat, and the area gets temperatures above 100f many days in summer.
I wasn't too happy with David when he insisted on anchoring us off this coast, in the middle of nowhere, to wait for more favorable weather. Gusts of wind were raising uncomfortable seas, and we knew it would get worse rounding the cape into the Gulf of Taranto. The only marina in this remote corner of Italy was abandoned and silted up, and our Italian Waters Pilot book told an alarming story of a boat capsizing, attempting to enter it. So that was out. But at least to be closer to some kind of town!
It was so hot! Hot and depressing really. I was worried that my sickness would come back and tried to cool off in the water. But it was murky and not inviting. Eventually we ventured onto land and sought out a bank and grocery store, which we found after a couple of kilometer walk along a two lane highway. Walking back was treacherous and exhausting, and I was mad at David for putting us through this. We could have anchored closer to civilization!