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Missy Bear returns to the Icarium Mare We continued our journey south with a quiet sail around the NE tip of Chios, from Marmaro to Lakgada, chasing the ruffles of darker-blue water that betrayed where the wind could be found. We anchored up in 18m of water, as the bay is steep-to, and felt as though we could almost step onto the beach, inhabited by a few local sun-worshippers. Our peace was disturbed by some hollering from the nearby quayside. Two men were gesticulating to u

As I write this, Missy Bear is still tied up in Marmaro, on Chios. Our Windy app predicted a thunderstorm and heavy rain. And on cue, it happened. One crack of thunder accompanying a flash was directly overhead, and so loud I thought I had been shot. Not a day to leave port and go sailing. The rain has brought down an overpoweringly, wonderful aroma of aromatic herbs from the surrounding hills. On a more negative note, the clear harbour water is now a turbid brown filled wi

Crew at Molyvos (Lesbos) Over a fortnight ago (May 14), after returning from lunch at Kardamyla (Chios), we arrived back at the port of Marmaro to discover that Missy Bear’s blue, rubber welcome mat was missing. We assumed it had blown overboard. So, I donned my mask, snorkel and fins, and went for a quick search and rescue mission. But to no avail. We arrived back at the same port yesterday (June 1), and almost at the same position on the quay. As I was washing the sea-sal

The forecast was amazing. For an area where the prevailing wind is north-westerly, or at least somewhere in the top bit of the compass, we had a forecast of southerlies for days ahead. This was just what we needed as our original plan was to island hop northwards. We'd even thought about going up the Turkish coast and then drifting back down the Greek islands, but research into anchorages that far north in Türkiye wasn't very encouraging. Our friends Tony and Lynn were joi

Sail from Myrina to Moudros It was time to leave Myrina. We had spent five beautiful and peaceful days there. Well, when I say “peaceful”, the final night was less so: first, as we arrived back to Missy Bear (after a gyros supper; simply the best fast-food in the world), a very black cloud loomed. We managed to lock down or stow everything, just before a squall blew through, with an accompanying heavy downpour. Second, the local Greeks had gone mad, and were screaming their h