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If there’s a cruise liner in port at Southampton, you can get
a good view of it from the M271 motorway. Usually, I’m too busy
concentrating upon survival to notice them, but, on this occasion,
rather than driving, I was riding in a National Express coach to
Heathrow Airport. I wondered how long what I thought was a new
office block had been there, and was taken completely aback when I
put my glasses on, and saw it was, in fact, a ship!
I tried to think of something which might compare with this
monster in size. The Leeds General Infirmary, maybe? The lady in
the seat behind me said that she wouldn’t fancy it.
‘You just wouldn’t have the feeling you were on a ship!’
she said.
Twenty-four hours later, on the furthest fringes of Europe, I
had a definite, unmistakable feeling I was afloat, as the 50-foot
Vassilis made its way from the Dodecanese island of Leros to Lipsi.
Vassilis belongs to Seascape Sailing, a small, friendly and
independent company, offering cruises around the Dodecanese
Islands and the Turkish coast. They operate three boats out of
Lakki, on the island of Leros. They call their operation Adventure
Sailing, rather than ‘cruising’
They usually sail to the smaller, lesser-known islands of the
Dodecanese, where cruise boats can’t go, and where ferry
services rarely call. It’s a ‘taste of the real Greece’ in
more ways than one, for at least one meal daily is usually taken
ashore, and is almost always ‘traditional’.
Itineraries are infinitely flexible; any planned programme
usually goes over the side almost before the boat has cast off
from Lakki. Weather conditions and the wishes of the guests
usually dictate the actual route. On our trip, with options
limited because of an unfavourable wind, we missed out Agathonissi
… and a meeting with that island’s notorious ‘ouzo king’!
But, later, we made an unscheduled call at Emborio, on the island
of Kalimnos, where even the crew hadn’t been before. And that,
to my mind, is Freebooting!
‘We’re different because we offer such a wide range of
options’ owner Diane Edwards told me. ‘We have a ‘Shareboat’
plan, where individuals and couples can join an existing programme.
You can form a group, and we’ll provide the boat and the crew,
who will take you where you wish, within reason. Or, if one of
your group is a qualified skipper, you can simply charter the boat’.
Sailing experience isn’t necessary, either. Guests can choose
whether to take an active part in everything, or just help with
the domestic stuff, such as cooking or washing up, and let the
crew deal with the sailing.
Skipper Matthew Hayes, of Anna Maria, to which I transferred
halfway through the trip, told me there’s also an option where
the crew do everything, but it’s not often taken up. I can
understand why; it's called Adventure Sailing … and where's the
adventure if you don’t contribute something?
So, a few notes about some of the places we visited:

Lipsi is famed for its 42 churches; that’s one church for
every 16.6 (recurring) head of population, by my calculation. But,
most of those churches were built, not from religious fervour, but
as a ploy to obtain substantial discounts in land taxes. The
churches are painted a dazzling white, picked out in pale blue, a
theme repeated in most of the houses. If you can, hike up the hill
to a ruined windmill, not only for the view, but, in Spring, for
the incredible wind-blown perfume from wild flowers and herbs.

Arki is Lipsi in miniature, with not quite as many churches,
but with an intimate little harbour, and a delightful little
village square. The streets of the town, once more with white and
blue dominant, cry out for exploration; a winding maze, designed
for negotiation by donkey, rather than motor cars. But, again, it
offers a good walk up to a church at the top of a ridge for some
excellent views. You can also walk over the headland, to where the
scenery is reminiscent of a Scottish sea-loch … I wouldn’t
have been surprised to see a 'CalMac' ferry appear around the
headland!

At Grykos, on Patmos, we shared the jetty with a fisherman
patiently mending his nets. When he was out fishing, his friends
… two cats and a seagull … would sit on the nets waiting for
him, for he always had a fish for them, no matter how meagre his
catch. It’s a sharp contrast to the main port of Skala, where
the ferries and cruise-ships call, and where the tourists usually
hang out.
Patmos’ third face attracts pilgrims as well as tourists, for
here, St. John wrote the Book of Revelations. You can see the cave
where the saint is said to have written this work and, high on top
of the hill above, surrounded by the charming old white-painted
town of Hora stands the Monastery of St. John. It’s marvellously
photogenic, even if you aren’t interested in matters religious.

Pandeli is a fishing port on the eastern side of Leros, on the
opposite coast from Lakki, from where we set out, and the contrast
couldn’t be more marked. Lakki Bay has the feel of a Norwegian
fiord; Pandeli is unmistakably Mediterranean, with its windmills
and its hilltop castle. I was going to joke that it’s probably
illegal to take bad pictures in Pandeli, but I changed my mind.
Because, in actual fact, it’s impossible!
If you ever visit Pandeli, and check out the Savanna Bar (as
you probably will) please say hello to Peter and Craig for me. And
… trust me! … their ‘Flaming Lamborghini’ cocktail is
better witnessed than experienced!

My prize for the best island of all? Well, I must be getting
old, because it goes to Marathi. It’s just a loud shout across
the water from Arki, and is home to about 30 souls, who share one
church and 3 tavernas between them. Surrounding the church on the
hilltop is a ruined, abandoned village and, when you’ve checked
that out … well, that’s it! Between worshipping and taverna-crawling,
there’s not much more to do apart from swim, soak up the sun and
just veg out.
So, maybe Marathi is the place to hang out for a month or two
if I ever get around to writing that novel?
To meet Diane and her team; to see the boats and visit some of
the great places they go to, please check out www.seascape-sail.com.
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images on this page copyright Keith Kellett 2003
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