Flying Fish Life
Exploring the world on a Leopard 44 catamaran
Category: Shit Storms
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September 2024 – Part II
Too depressing to be included in Part I After motor sailing in light breezes most of the way from San Vito lo Capo we dropped anchor in a large bay at Campulongu on the southeast corner of Sardinia. We’d had some weather moments along the way, including a couple of almost-waterspouts, and though the night…
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May 2024
Season 2 is off and running! I’m trying to be positive! Season 2 started in late April again this year, and all winter long we had planned to start out with a trip to Kušadasi port, Türkiye, partly to get the Fish out of the EU for a bit to restart our VAT clock. (If…
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October 2023
The home stretch. Peggy’s departure signaled the end of our lollygagging and the beginning of our efforts to get to Mytilini on or about November 1st. Because of an unavoidable stop we needed to make in Naxos while Peter went to Montenegro, we knew we were going to have to move almost every day to…
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September 2023 – Part II
In which things get better. We spent enough time the morning after Bailey and Michael arrived in Argostoli to see the turtles cruising the fishing boats on the town quay, do some serious provisioning, and check in and out with the Port Police. Then it was Eastward Ho! as fast as our engines would take…
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September 2023 – Part I
In which we have some issues…. And a dearth of photos documenting them. Overarching all our other concerns about returning to Greece from Denver was that we were worried about our Schengen status – I had only 8 days left, and Peter had 15. We’d prepared everything we could for our Greek “Digital Nomad” visa…
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June-July 2023
The Season is officially ON. We headed for Lakka on Paxos the morning after Mia left and after an obscenely swelly night in the anchorage under the old fort in Corfu town, with mozzies feasting on our flesh the whole time. We got as far as Petriti, a good way down the southeast coast of…
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The Crash
We used to be charterers, but we never crashed into someone else’s boat (even if we did come close one time!) It was windy, upward of 20 knots. It was a relatively crowded anchorage – not Lakka crowded, where your neighbor could hand you a cup of coffee over the sugar scoop in the morning,…
