The se was calm in the morning in Mourtos. Mourtos means place of the dead, and was called this after a famous battle in 680BC, the Battle of Sivota. We left the harbour and toddled round to another mooring just outside between Sivota Island and Nikolaos Island. We had a perfect spot all to ourselves—everyone went swimming, naked or not and we had a great few hours here.
We chose a good bay because others close by were bothered by day-baots from Mourtos.
We finally had to head to our final destination: Plataria. The last day’s sailing was good and we had a race with one of our fellow flotilla members which was fun. We had to be in Plataria by 4 and we got in on time. It’s a pretty large marina where Sailing Holidays’ have one of their bases. Once there it was a case of having a swim!, packing our bags and cleaning the boat: it all went very smoothly.
In the evening we had our last group meal and unfortunately Christopher fell of the plank leaving the boat on the way to dinner. We thought hat he’d twisted his ankle badly but in the end (when he got back tot he UK) it turned out that he’d fractured his fourth and fifth metatarsals. It took us a while to walk around the lonf sweeping bay to get to Olga’s where the final group meal was being held.
The meal was very nice and the owner was great fun. He looked after Christopher well and gave him a big lump of ice for his ankle. After dinner there was some speeches and a prize giving. Every crew one a prize: Thebe for ‘Scariest reception at a Picnic’ which came with an anchor-chain necklace that we donated to Drew. Patt Cross posted a photo of getting our award— http://www.flickr.com/photos/patcross/871059935/
After dinner we wondered off into town for an icecream.