Tuesday 17 September 2013

Corfu and Paxos

Sivota island sunset
3rd September We’ve been back in Preveza for a few days now catching up with boat jobs and tomorrow we plan to leave for a cruise of the Northern Ionian visiting Paxos, Corfu and the Sivota islands just off the mainland.


Gaios on Paxos

4th September We are moored in Gaios on the pretty island of Paxos.  We are on the north quay in a sheltered, tree lined channel just round the corner from the village. It’s a popular spot with yachts of all nationalities squeezed in next to each other. The village itself is very smart for Greece, a reflection of the upmarket visitors the island attracts.



Mourtos looking out to the Sivota islands

5th September Today we sailed to the village of Mourtos on the mainland opposite the tip of Corfu. It’s another very pretty spot that’s backed by green hills and sheltered by the Sivota islands dotted with sandy bays. We found a typically Greek taverna for dinner and had two starters: ‘The Imam Faints’, a dish of aubergines stuffed with tomatoes and onions and ‘Fasolia Gigantes’, butter beans in a rich tomato sauce. The portions were huge and the food was delicious, but there was no way we could  eat all of that and our main meal, so, being in Greece, the waiter packaged the rest of it up for us to take away - guess what we’re having for lunch tomorrow!



Mandraki harbour under the fort
 
6th September We are staying with the Corfu Sailing Club in Mandraki Harbour, which is tucked right under the old fort in Corfu Town. It is, without doubt, the most spectacular mooring we have had so far on our trip. The bastion of the 15th century fort rises up above us and the former barracks are now home to the Ionian University’s music department, so we are serenaded with classical music mixed with the odd bout of jazz. The harbour front is a riot of colour, planted with bougainvillea trailing over pergolas, and looking out to sea we can see the mountains of Albania, just a few miles across the straits.
The path through the fort - the only way to and from the sailing club

 
The seawater moat between the fort and Corfu town 
 
Cricket on Spianadha green

7th September We walked into town today – the path out of the harbour took us up through the tunnels of the old fort then across the bridge spanning the seawater moat. We emerged onto the Spianadha, the town green, where we found a game of cricket in progress – one of the legacies of the 19th century British rule. We loved the old town which is unlike anywhere else we have been in Greece. It’s a fascinating mix of buildings inherited from the different rulers over the years. You can see the legacy of Venetian rule in the style of the tall houses bordering the narrow lanes, and of the French rule in the Liston, an arcaded street modelled on the Rue de Rivoli in Paris. Our only disappointment was the main port, which is a desolate, decaying place with abandoned boats literally sinking on their moorings.
 
The Liston arcade
8th September Today we walked south round the bay to the Mon Repos estate, which was originally home to the Greek royal family and the birthplace of Prince Philip. The house is unremarkable, but the densely wooded grounds made for a lovely walk, with glimpses of Mon Repos beach and the sea from the cliff tops.
 
Mon Repos beach with the grounds of the estate behind it
 9th September We had a relaxing, downwind sail to ‘Lawrence Durrell’ country on the North East coast of Corfu today. We had planned to anchor for the night there,  but the wind had veered south, making it a lee shore, so after cruising along past the picture postcard bays of Agni, Kalami, Kalouri and Aghios Stefanos we turned south, beating against a strong headwind back down the Albanian coast and then on to Mourtos.


Agni on the North East coast of Corfu
 10th September. We’ve had a lazy day exploring the Sivota islands in the dinghy and swimming in the crystal clear, sandy bays. The forecast for the next few days is for thunderstorms and then strong winds, so we will be heading back down to Preveza tomorrow where we’ll hole up until the storms have passed through.