Vos et ipsam civitatem benedicimus (We bless you and your city) – at the gates of the harbour at Messina |
Italy
Making Friends In Messina
Messina is the jumping off point for heading across the Ionian to Greece, so of course I immediately set about scouring the marina for new friends who were heading the same direction.
Churches Of Messina
View over Messina harbour |
But this morning in Messina, we were waiting for a weather window. This gave the Can Opener and I some time to do a little sightseeing again.
It’s a city full of scrolling architecture and majestic churches and cathedrals…
… and a temple. |
Storming Milazzo
Calm harbour at Milazzo the morning after the storm |
But – Lo! In the distance we saw a freighter parked downwind – yes parked – waiting to enter the Straits of Messina.
A freighter so big that it created a wind shadow on its leeward side. A wind shadow with dramatically reduced waves. Even in this blow.
So we aimed for the wind shadow, cuddled in, and were able to turn around 180 degrees to head back upwind.
The good news was that now at least we were heading in the direction we wanted. The bad news was that instead of surfing away down the backs of waves, we were now pounding (pontoons again lined up ninety degrees again) into the oncoming waves.
But we persevered and well after darkness fell, we arrived at the marina at Milazzo. Whew.
We sailed (well, drove) from 10am till after dark and in the end only made 37 miles towards our ultimate destination. We had been averaging about 120+ nautical miles per day previously.
I hadn’t been so glad to touch land since the first time I spied Pussy Galore lounging on the binnacle of the yacht next door back at the marina at home.
Actually, I was even happier to put the paws back on land this time…
Exit from Milazzo the next morning… |
Last view: Castello di Milazzo |
We would have liked to explore the town. Milazzo‘s definitely on the Can Opener’s and my list of places to revisit.
We’ll be back.
San Nicola L’Arena
In San Nicola L’Arena, a tower built in 1397 watches over its tiny harbour. |
Having spent nearly 4 days in Trapani waiting for the winds to decrease, we were glad to make some distance and to finally reach Palermo.
And then to press on to charming San Nicola L’Arena…
North to Palermo
North round the coast of Sicily to Palermo! |
A scenic Trapani fishing harbour |
Another small harbour in Trapani |
Coast of Sicily |
Food Wonderful Food – in Trapani
Provisions Renewed
There are few things more critical to keeping up crew morale than food. Quite important for Captain morale too. This is a point that I have gently and not infrequently intoned upon strategically within the Can Opener’s hearing.
Just thinking about the next meal the Can Opener will rustle up lifts my spirits.
All-important garlic |
Cheeses, sausages, olives in oil and spices, pickled onions, pistachios, more cheese… |
I ordered the First Mate to load up in town on every single thing I had carefully annotated and cross-indexed on the provisioning list until his backpack seams audibly complained.
When the storm breaks, allowing us to continue our voyage, we will be ready…
–Captain Cat
Waiting Out The Storm
Every morning we wake up to 40 or more knot winds – and it’s unclear when this will abate.
Our decks appear dull red till we clean them each day. They’re covered in the dark orange sand blown in from the Arabian and Sahara desserts – the Sirocco has arrived.
Trapani By Day
Between that and this evening’s gala dinner, I’ll feast on second lunch and squeeze in a catnap or two…