Journal
1: Aussie Adventures 1
Journal 2: Aussie Adventures 2
Journal 3: Indonesian Escapades
Journal 4: Singapore & Malaysia
Journal 5: Langkawi, Malaysia
Journal 6: Thailand Trekking 1
Journal 7: Thailand Trekking 2
Journal 8: Indian Ocean, Maldives, & Oman
Journal 9: Oman & Yemen
Journal 10: Pirates, Eritrea, & Sudan
Journal 11: Egyptian Adventures 1
Journal 12:
Egyptian Adventures 2
Journal 13: Egypt to Israel
Journal 14: Cyprus Crossings
Journal 15: Turkish Tales 1
Journal 16: Turkish Tales 2
Journal 17: Greek Odyssey
Journal 18: Italy & Spain
Journal 19: Why Go
Cruising?
Journal 20: Airplanes are Faster
Journal 21:
Barbados
ITALY & SPAIN
Aug 28-Sept 6, 2005 -- We left Greece for Italy in the wee hours of
the morning. After day sailing and making short hops for the past 2 months
in Turkey and Greece, this will be our first passage-making in a while. We
covered over 300 miles in 3 days to arrive at Vulcano Island. Vulcano sits
just north of Sicily and is part of the Aeolian group of islands. As you may
have already guessed, there is a volcano on Vulcano! In fact, there is a
whole string of volcanoes stretching out across the Tyherranian Sea
including the famous Stromboli, Mt Etna, and Mt Vesuvius. The volcano on
Vulcano island is active. From our anchorage, we could see steam rising from
the crater. They say that Stromboli and Mt Etna continue to spew lava and
that at night you can watch a fireworks-like display of geologic glory. I
had no such luck when I tried to look over at Stromboli at nighttime.
Our real adventure at Vulcano Island was hiking up to the crater. For the
privilege of getting sweaty, dusty, dirty, thirsty, and tired we each
shelled out 3 Euros (approx $5). The hike took us about 1.5 hours up a well
marked trail. The higher we climbed, the stronger the smell of rotten
became. Strewn across the mountainside was ash and pumice. You could even
make out where there must have been lava flowing at one point in time. The
view of the islands and surrounding bays was breath-taking with sailboats
coming and going. At the top of the volcano a huge crater was blown out. The
crater must have been a half a mile wide. Along the edges steam and
sulphurous gases rose up from the ground. Gotta watch where you step or you
could end up with a foot smelling last week’s leftovers. Someone even had
the courage to hike down into the crater and spell out www.maxingout.com
using rocks … hmm, ok so maybe I didn’t do that, but it might have crossed
through my mind. Now, the real fun part of this volcanic excursion was on
the way down -- a scoria run! Scoria is a combination of ash, pumice, and
other small stones of sand like consistency. A “scoria run” is the quick way
down the mountainside by running and half-sliding through calf high gravel.
Yahoo!
The rest of the island was dedicated to tourist activities -- sunbathing,
mud baths, swimming, shopping, and sampling delicious Italian cuisine. When
in Rome, do as the Romans, eh! Of course, we had to eat some real Italian
pizza. And then there was divine gelato to indulge in. But before I knew it,
it was time to say Ciao!
After a few days at Vulcano Island, we headed off again for Sardinia. But
the weather was so perfect (flat seas, blue skies, gentle breezes) that the
captain opted to head straight for the Balearic Islands instead. The trip
was going great until one fateful night when Donna noticed that the port
engine was making funny noises! Not a good thing on a windless night. The
next morning, the captain hauled David out of bed and tossed him into the
big ocean blue to check out the problem. We had a sneaky plastic bag wrapped
around the prop. David had to cut the bag off before we could restart the engine.
You can check out David's feat of courage in our latest video entry. (click
here) So here we
are in Spain on the island of Menorca!
Sept 7-14, 2005 -- Ole!! We are enjoying the Balearic Island of
Menorca! We arrived just as the sun was beginning to rise on the port city
of Mahon. Long a stronghold of the British navy (they say that Admiral Lord
Nelson lived here), the British influence is strong here. Huge cruise ships
come through every day packed with Brits. The town itself has loads of
cafes, shops, and pretty streets. We arrived just in time for the Festes de
Gracias. We have still not determined what sort of holiday this is. What we
do know is that lemonade with gin is the drink of choice for the festival.
David and I unwittingly sampled a large glass of this concoction that we
took for regular lemonade. Let's just say that we found it a little strong,
and that David's "theatrics" over its strength even worried the shop keeper
a little. He ended up sampling his brew and pronounced it just right! For
the past three nights, the entire town has been out dancing, partying,
singing, drinking, and having a wonderful time. There have been fireworks
going off at wee hours of the morning!! Opera on the waterfront. Parades
with giant statues through the streets. Yummy local foods to sample --
olives, tapas, cheeses, smoked & cured meats, pastries, candies ... We
should be here for the next couple of days and then head off to Mallorca.
Sept 15-19, 2005 -- Another of the Balearic islands looms ahead of
us. Mallorca! I have heard fleeting references to this fabled island for
years. A huge tourist destination for the Brits. There are signs everywhere
advertising Full English Breakfasts. We sailed into Palma's crowded harbor
where we were greeted by harbor patrol -- “Please stay 1500 meters away from
the American Aircraft Carrier Theodore Roosevelt.” The navy was in town for
a few days of R&R. The marinas were filled with monster huge mega yachts and
prices to match. So we opted for a quiet and lovely anchorage a few miles up
the coast. Lovely beaches and aqua water line the coast of Mallorca. It
could explain the tourists that flock to worship the sun with nary a thing
covering them up.
Every day we made easy day trips into Palma which reminded me a lot of
Paris. Wide boulevards lined with trees, Gothic cathedrals, art museums, and
crazy drivers. We visited the huge Gothic cathedral at the heart of the
city. The Spanish began construction once the Muslims had been kicked out of
the country in the 13th century. It took 400 years to complete
the main building, but the interior continued to be constructed well into
the 20th century! How’s that for perseverance! The famous Spanish
artist and architect Gaudi even contributed to the cathedrals interior
design.
Another highlight of our time here was a crowded train trip into the
interior. Standing room only for the 1 hour trip into the mountains
surrounding Palma. I wish I could say that the scenery was fabulous, but all
we seemed to do was go through a number of tunnels as we passed under and
through the mountains. The village of Soller was quiet except for the
tourists. We never did figure out why everyone thought this was such a
wonderful excursion. If you ever want to go on a really scenic train ride,
check out the trip from Cairns to Kuranda in Australia!!
Well, this is my final stop in Spain. From here I will be heading to
Strasbourg, France and then the US. Stayed tuned for more adventures.
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Stunning Vulcano Island
Taking a breather on the way up
Sulphurous fumes spew from the crater
The crater was at least 1/2 mile wide
We promise never to inhale!
Aieeeee!
Making our scoria run down the volcano
Piece of cake!
Mahon may look quiet, but lurking inside
is a party animal waiting to break out!
Preparing the streets for the
Festes de Gracias
One of the huge puppets paraded around town
Our lovely anchorage in Mallorca
The Gothic cathedral of Palma
Beautiful stained glass windows
Standing room only on our trip to Soller
Spanish mountain village of Soller
Happy travelers, David & Donna |