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