to interrupt our progress for the next five days. We sailed on and off
to Nisos (Island) Stira but found it was incorrectly charted and too
deep to anchor in.
So we stopped for the night in a remote spot just opposite Stira, but on
the main Evvia island. The water was warm and delightfully clear. The
little fizz-boats left at dusk and we were on our own with a few small
fishing boats out at sea. When we went for our morning snorkel there
seemed to be a lot of pots and bits of pots buried in the sand. We
didn't disturb them, so have no idea if they are ancient or not. Its a
bit of a change from the usual plastic half-buried loot.
The following day we sailed on and off in light winds to a one-horse, 
two-taverna town called Voufalo - I challenge you to find it on a map. 
It blew like stink from the north by the morning, through the gap in the 
mountains and by the time we had everything ready to go it was 30 
knots+. I had to remind Stu that people still sail around the cans in 
Poole Bay in this wind in winter, and that encouraged us to leave the 
safety of the dogleg, sandbar entrance and head out to sea. In contrast 
to Poole Bay, it was a flat sea and we flew along at 8 knots. As we 
rounded the headland  it was blowing 35 knots and we had to beat up to 
the entrance of Karastos.
The pilot book says that Karastos is captivating and friendly and 
bypassed by tourism, despite the power station on the opposite side of 
the bay. As we beat closer and closer to the town for 2 hours, the 
cement factory took over the landscape followed by what has to be the 
ugliest power station on earth. We dropped the sails and headed into the 
harbour, where all the mooring space has been taken up by local boats 
and there appeared to be nowhere for visiting yachts. Apart from a few 
people in the tavernas on the waterfront, it looked like the the bomb 
had dropped here. So we put the sails back up and sailed on very quickly 
downwind and on to Eretria. It is very touristy here (Greeks only) and 
there are only 2 other yachts anchored with us but I'd rather look at 
tavernas and other yachts than a post nuclear fallout zone.
It does have rather a lot of ferries going back and forth to the 
mainland, which all appear to be mostly empty. If we find out why, we'll 
let you know.
Tues 19th August
 
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