Cliff Jumping on Antipaxos and back to Pargas

Another Lazy day in Lakka. We got up and did some reading, some listening and then went in for brunch – to the same place we had a great brunch the other day. Originally, I wanted to order what Hugh did – a Popeye crepe, but the cream cheese didn’t really appeal. Unfortunately, I ordered Eggs Benedict … and for some inexplicable reason, Marina did the same. What we got was a grilled cheese on white bread with a fried egg on top smothered in some type of miracle-whip-inspired yellow sauce and a couple of rashers of bacon on top. Yuck is the only thing that comes to mind. I scraped off the sauce, choked back the grilled cheese, and then ate the egg, again smothered with sauce.  It sat in my stomach as a lump, bigger than a bowling ball. 

New favouite breakfast place in Lakka...
but DO NOT order the Eggs Benedict

I decided to take a bit of a walk up the road just to get some miles on my legs. The girls did a little window shopping but didn't buy anything. We got some food, ice and bread and headed back to Tara for the crack of 1pm.

Girl-power raised the anchor and managed the boat, they’re both getting more comfortable on the helm of the boat as I do less of the driving. It’s as much about confidence and experience. The more you do it the better you get at it – assuming that you don’t get over-stressed by doing something that is too difficult for your skill level.

Today we’re heading down to Antipaxos to do some cliff jumping and enjoy the beauty without the gong-show of the Antipaxos bay. The girls did some cliff jumping while I managed the dinghy. 

The water was pretty deep where we anchored but Tara held like a trooper as nearly always in our memory. Marina asked me if I wanted to jump the cliffs but I decided not to – not sure why. We're all a bit on edge, another 10 days here and in reality I think we all want to be on our way.

We set sail to Pargas from Antipaxos beside this incredible 30 meter long 20M Euro Perini Navi sailing yacht. It must be mostly a powerboat however because our lowly Beneteau 50 waxed them hugely. We were beam reaching along at 5-6 knots when they were toodling along at maybe 2 kts. Perhaps the crew didn’t want to upset the owners but it did seem a little odd that a 30 meter waterline couldn’t get going. Put the bow down and get some speed man. We got into Pargas and decided to check whether we could go home early. We set a budget of $600 but quickly blew that into $1500. Oh well, if you want it, you gotta pay. The only logistics hurdle left was Cleopatra – hopefully they can haul us out.

In the water taxi

We went into Pargas on a water taxi and then walked around the town. We had until 12:30am (the last ride back) and we thought no-way … but it was indeed 12:30am that we caught the last boat … though the guys in the Beneteau 57 decided to bribe him for an even later ride. We made it up to the Sailor’s Bar, where I did a lot of people watching sipping on a beer. Jess ordered a 10Euro Mojito and said it was tasty. Not sure why beer is ½ price of Canada and booze is 2x price.

With the weight of another week off our shoulders, we all felt better. We knew we had a few days of hard work ahead of us but we were in pretty good shape mentally and all looking forward to going home.