Plomarion, Lesbos

During our lovely downwind gennaker run today, Matador celebrated 10,000 miles of adventuring today, leaving UK in July 2006. That's equivalent to 4
times across the Atlantic!
We tied up in the quaint and friendly village of Plomarion, directed to a long quay opposite the small harbour entrance, and not in the protected area
that is labelled as the visitors' berths on our pilot book information. There is a reason why it has been taken over the small local boats, as we
found out by midnight, when a strange surging swell started to come in. Re-anchored further off the quay at 4am, and retied, but still had the most
unpleasant night's non-sleep in 10, 000miles.
When we stepped ashore last night, we were waved over to a table of Greeks to join them for a glass of wine in the taverna right by the boat. Turned
out be be 2 Greek Orthodox priests, the local nutter, and their visitors from Athens. Although his speech was rather slurred, Father Emanuel (right)
seems to be enjoying his retirement all right.