26 Oct 2014

Back to Africa




White cliffs of Ponza


Having said a fond farewell to Corsica it was time to slowly make our way south again. We retraced our steps back to the old harbour wall in Olbia, Sardinia, where we discovered we had two dead batteries. To make life easier we treated ourselves to a night in the marina. Conveniently we were lucky to find Bosch replacements at the local hypermarket of all places. With all systems go again and with a stocked up boat we had planned on sailing directly south to Trapani on Sicily but with nothing but southerly winds forecast we were forced to change plans.
Instead we sailed east across the Tyrhennian sea and dropped anchor on the south side of Ponza in one of the many dramatic bays. With strong winds from the wrong direction forecast sadly there was no time to hang around this lovely island and we set sail again the following morning. We only made it as far as the island of Ischia where we were forced to stay put for a few days waiting for favourable winds. Finally we were on the move again but this time with very little wind. Unfortunately with our diesel stocks now running low it

All alone in Vibo Valentia
was clear we weren't going to make Vibo Valentia and at 5 am we had to divert our course to Cetraro, a shorter 
distance away. It is not much of a town but it has a large marina with thankfully a diesel quay which saved a taxi ride in search of a petrol pump! We finally arrived at Vibo in the dark and dropped anchor just east of the harbour off a small sandy beach. We had the place to ourselves for the few days we waited for yet more favourable weather to send us south down the Messina Strait. Finally we set off at midnight and arrived at Messina in time for the southerly going tide along with some very nasty looking thunder clouds and water spouts. As we'd heard

Taormina
about a couple of yachts being heavily fined for not reporting to Messina control before entering the Strait we duly called up Messina VTS on the radio and were given permission  to proceed. Apart from the usual ferry dodging the passage was uneventful and we were happy to finally arrive in Taormina where we met up with our friends Rob and Amanda aboard Toi et Moi who were also on their way to Monastir for the winter. 




Ischia



                                                          Messina storm clouds 


Syracuse

Syracuse


The next day we all set off in breezy
Syracuse
conditions which increased as the passage progressed to gale force. With a handkerchief of gib out we had a sleigh ride down to Syracuse. We anchored in nice gooey mud in the large natural harbour and spent a week revisiting the wonderful old town. As we were interested in having a look at the relatively new port at Marina di Ragusa as a possible future wintering spot, we hired a car for the day rather than sail on round west. The car also enabled us to visit the beautiful Unesco listed baroque towns of Ragusa Ibla and Modica. Modica is also renowned

Syracuse
for its rather crunchy chocolate produced in a traditional method originally imported from the Mayans by Sicily's Spanish overlords. With the sky darkening by the minute we cut short our sightseeing and raced back to Syracuse and into Rob and Amanda's speedy tender before the heavens opened. It was time to move on and to our horror when lifting the dinghy and outboard back on the deck we discovered the bottom of both were covered in small barnacles. This was only after a week of being in the water and made us wonder what the state of the underside of the boat was....



Syracuse
Syracuse















Ragusa Ibla


Modica


Valletta from Marsamxett anchorage


After an uneventful night passage to Malta we dropped anchor off the yacht club in Marsamxett harbour. We had developed a problem in the cooling system of the engine and from the anchorage it was a short dinghy ride to "chandlery street" and all sorts of advice. After talking to various "experts" we decided to monitor the problem for the time being and moved on round to Rinella Creek where we spent the next few days in the water clearing the dreaded barnacles off the bottom of the boat. Our stay in Rinella coincided

Birgu by candlelight
with the Birgu festival. We dinghied round to Dockyard Creek on the Saturday night for the festival highlight, Birgu by candlelight. 
In the evening the historical streets were lit up by thousands of candles. We were also entertained by live music as we meandered through the atmospheric lanes. Sadly the glorious weather was due to take a turn for the worse. With a gale forecast early the following week there appeared to be a small window for the two day passage to Tunisia over the weekend. We stocked up with bacon and boat bits and set off north to St Paul's bay. The engine leak was back with a vengeance with a couple of inches of water now flooding the bilges. We had no choice but to turn back and seek expert advice and waved our goodbyes to Toi et Moi. After a couple of phone calls we had a Volvo mechanic turning up at 8am on the Monday morning. Msida marina

Varuna, a participant in the Rolex Middle Sea Race
was full but thankfully Kalkara marina had a spot for us. Edgar the mechanic tweaked the 
thingamyjig on the black bit and adjusted the doodarr....and we were ready for off again. Only problem was we now had the remnants of hurricane Gonzalo heading our way. We decided to stay in the marina where we were already tied up safe and sound and thought of the boats that were currently out there competing in the offshore Rolex Middle Sea Race around Sicily, Pantelleria, Lampedusa and back up to Malta. Of the 122 boats that started 71 retired as they were hit with storm force winds and 30 foot waves. 


















        Large offshore supply ship squeezing sideways past Ride of a Lifetime in Rinella Creek
















           Ride of a Lifetime gets involved in helping to lift Varuna, a Ker 50, out of the water




Kalkara Creek


Fishing boat in Kalkara Creek


Moored alongside the three master in Sliema

Once the storm started to abate we left the marina and motored round the corner to Sliema for yet another final shop before sailing on west. Anchoring was impossible for us due to depth and numerous boats on moorings so we tied up alongside a rusty three masted steel hulk. It is known amongst cruisers as a useful alongside mooring and its only a short dinghy ride to the shops. The next day with the sea state much calmer we set off on our two day passage to Monastir, Tunisia. Finally we were Africa bound.




Our migrant hitchhiker to Monastir


Dolphins keeping us entertained on our passage




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