FollowLast night was very warm. We had a lovely meal of squid and prawns at a restaurant on the beach at the north end of town.
After breakfast this morning we caught the bus southwards. We are going to a village called Sivota, but the bus doesn’t go there. It drops us off on the main road and we walk a couple of miles down to the bay.
Sivota wouldn’t exist without the yacht business. It’s a bit like a purpose-built ski resort – there was very little here before the mid-seventies when a few small British firms started operating flotilla holidays. These days the quay is busy with yachts, and there are a dozen or so restaurants serving expensive fish dishes.
As you can see from the chart plotter, the bay is almost landlocked, making it a perfect haven in almost any weather.
Despite the fact that it’s a bit of a fraud it’s hard not to like Sivota. It has safe berthing, lots of showers and laundry facilities, good restaurants and some great bars. There’s still an olive press here – now converted into a bar, but if you look closely you can still see a bit of traditional Greece.
