26 Sept 2013

and on to Sicily and Pantelleria

We checked out of Malta at Mjarr marina, Gozo, and anchored off for the night before setting sail at 5 am the following morning for the 13 hour passage to Licata, Sicily. We arrived early evening and decided not to pay for a marina berth and instead dropped the hook in the commercial harbour. We went ashore and checked out the marina for a possible future winter location. It’s right next door to a shopping mall with a big supermarket which is definitely a plus. We then had a stroll round the pleasant but tired looking town.  

Sciacca

Sciacca
Sciacca
Our next destination, Sciacca, was a further 50 miles west along the coast. The forecasts showed westerly winds for the foreseeable future so we stayed put for a few days until a small weather window appeared. We set off early and for the next few hours motor sailed along with hardly a breath of wind. Slowly but surely we saw clouds building ahead of us and it wasn’t long before the skies darkened. We quickly dropped the sails, checked the dinghy was secure and battened down the hatches. Just in time. Suddenly the heavens opened, the thunder clapped, the lightening flashed and the winds increased from 5 to 50 knots. As the storm passed over the wind blew from all points of the compass and we were making almost no headway as we pounded into the short steep seas in zero visibility. This continued for a couple of hours until the sun finally started peeping through the dark clouds. We were happy to finally tie up in marina Corollo, Sciacca, and pour ourselves a well deserved drink.


Sciacca ceramics

Ride of a Lifetime on the quay in Pantelleria old harbour

Lago di Venere, Pantelleria
Flamingo enjoying the hot springs
The following day we walked up the steep steps to the delightful old town affording great views down to the harbour below. We stocked up with all things Italian at the local supermarket in readiness for our 4am start the following morning to Pantelleria, a small volcanic island lying roughly midway between Sicily and Tunisia. It was a lumpy crossing but we made good time and by early evening we were tied up alongside the north wall in Porto Vecchio where we remained for the next few days. We hired a car and explored the surprisingly lush island characterised by the jagged lava stone, lots of healthy looking cacti and dwarf vines. The country side is dotted with dammusi - small houses made of the black lava rock with white painted domed roofs. Many of them have been renovated and sold on as holiday homes to the likes of Gerard Depardieu and Giorgio Armani. We dipped our toes in the Lago di Venere where hot springs bubbled to the surface of the fresh water lake and paddled in more hot springs in the rocky cove of Gadir.


Dammusi on Pantelleria
The winds picked up from the west and the harbour wall became untenable with big swells causing the boat almost to leap on to the quay. We moved round to Porto Nuevo where there was more shelter and rafted up alongside a couple of local fishing trawlers. We stayed here for a further few days while we waited for the swell to reduce and a favourable forecast to sail on to Tunisia.
 
The ever present black rock

6 Sept 2013

Bright lights and bangs

 
Fireworks in St Julian's bay
Greasing the pole
The Maltese certainly like their fireworks and literally morning, noon and night! Throughout the summer each town celebrates its feast day which is a three day celebration with three days of fireworks. Our time in St Julian's coincided with their feast day. On the Thursday we were the only yacht at anchor in the bay. By Friday you couldn't see water for boats including a 10 boat raft growing horizontally in front of us. Our swinging room had rapidly vanished and we were forced to put out a stern anchor to hold us in place. Two barges were towed in and moored in the centre of the bay. This looked decidedly ominous and early each morning and again at noon mortars were let off to signal the start of the festivities. The roads were closed, the marching bands took to the streets and an extremely steep wooden pole was painstakingly greased up. We watched both young and old slip on the grease and topple to their watery fate until finally the flags were plucked from the end of the pole. The evening concluded with a deafening but magnificent firework display. Saturday saw a repeat of yet more bands, stalls, grease and fireworks. By Sunday our ears couldn't cope with any more bangs!

Fireworks in St Julian's bay

Slipping off the pole
 
In complete contrast, while safely at anchor, we took a day trip inland by bus to Mdina, the ancient walled citadel of Malta. It is also known as the silent city. It is ringed by imposing fortified walls and was originally established by the Phoenicians as long ago as 1000 BC. It was Malta's first settlement and was the islands capital until Valletta took over in 1571. In medieval times the Maltese aristocracy made it their home. It is a maze of winding twisting alleys and beautiful buildings. We stopped at a café and enjoyed the view far and wide from the city walls.


                                                                   Mdina city walls

Mdina

We are now at anchor in Rinella Bay, Grand Harbour, seeking shelter from strong easterly winds. We've noticed two barges being set up in the middle of the bay and this morning the mortars were set off at 8 am. No doubt another three days of festivities and fireworks. Time for us to leave the noise behind and continue our travels to Sicily.
 
At anchor in Grand Harbour, Valletta