Cruising Lefkada was an interesting experience. This enclosed sea, is known for it's tranquility, and therefore highly popular with sailors. As a matter of fact, this is the busiest cruising ground we have visited so far. The amount of boats on the water was reminiscant of sailing at the peacefull lakes in Loosdrecht, Holland during a nice weekend.
The popularity of the place also has it's advantages. While sailing up the the channel of Lefkada, I could actually upload my blog posts, hopping from one wifi to the next. We found wifi coverage almost the entire distance.
We visited the market at the marina, and we found it to very much catering towards visiting Brits. We happily stocked up on our Branston Pickle and salt and vinegar chips. We also emptied out the store of all cans of gourmet cat food.
Lefkada used to be part of mainland Greece, but already in antiquity, it was separated by the channel. The channel runs through a quite beautiful part of Greece. The view, and smell is only disturbed by the massive landfill encountered half way.
After a quick stop a the fuel pontoon, we timed our arrival at the bridge in line with it's hourly opening. The bridge is actually a floating pontoon, that is moved for the bridge to open. We were in front of the queue of a small armada, reinforced by a British flotilla. The weather on the way to Anti-Paxos was gentile, and we managed to wash the deck on the way.
The popularity of the place also has it's advantages. While sailing up the the channel of Lefkada, I could actually upload my blog posts, hopping from one wifi to the next. We found wifi coverage almost the entire distance.
We visited the market at the marina, and we found it to very much catering towards visiting Brits. We happily stocked up on our Branston Pickle and salt and vinegar chips. We also emptied out the store of all cans of gourmet cat food.
Lefkada used to be part of mainland Greece, but already in antiquity, it was separated by the channel. The channel runs through a quite beautiful part of Greece. The view, and smell is only disturbed by the massive landfill encountered half way.
After a quick stop a the fuel pontoon, we timed our arrival at the bridge in line with it's hourly opening. The bridge is actually a floating pontoon, that is moved for the bridge to open. We were in front of the queue of a small armada, reinforced by a British flotilla. The weather on the way to Anti-Paxos was gentile, and we managed to wash the deck on the way.
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| The flotilla behind us, in the queue for the bridge |
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| Tux in front of our mint plant |
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