The weather in the morning seems better (as usual). We are pretty sure we will be leaving Paros.
I dingy a shore party of Daniel, June, Tom, Barb, and Michelle to the small boat harbor, where they take the rental car to a place they had seen the day before to the south of town. The plan is for them to have breakfast, head back and we’ll haul anchor.
In the meantime, Susan, Sheven and I head to shore a little later to use the (well used) shower in the little hotel room. We have some breakfast afterward and sit along the shore. It starts to get gusty.
We dingy back to the boat. Although it’s windy, this is some of the first sun we have seen, so we construct nests on the swim steps on the stern of our boat and bask in the sun. Finally, about noon, we start to get worried about the car crew, but soon the radio crackles and they’ve returned. They had driven to the top of the island, where we had taken the ATVs the day before, and they had driven to the harbor on the northwest. They said it was whitecaps and foam between Paros and Naxos and there was little enthusiasm by any of us to haul anchor.
We bask in the sun some more, considering the nasty weather we’ve encountered and our misfortunes with wind and sea.
I decided the only sensible thing to do was to go to shore and get a tattoo, hopefully to honor either Poseidon (god of the seas) or Aeolus (ruler of the wind). We had seen a tattoo place along the harbor, so Susan, Sheven and I dingy to shore to check it out.
The tattoo artist (only person in the shop) was a pretty cool guy who was also a master sword and karate fighter, as demonstrated by all the awards and photos on the wall. We explained that we were looking for something to honor the Greek Gods of wind or sea, thinking that he would have some ideas or a portfolio. He explains that he is Italian and not Greek, but “yes, yes”, and motions us over to his counter, where he proceeds to Google Poseidon and Aeolus, looking for images. Wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but what the heck. Soon, I take over his computer because while he might be a master at swords, karate, and (hopefully) tattoo, I have modestly better mousing skills.
I’d really like to do something to honor Aeolus – since we already have an alabaster bust to honor Poseidon on the boat. However all the images I can find are of him blowing gusts of wind. In my opinion, these illustrations look like someone throwing up. I can visualize people asking why I have a tattoo of someone throwing up on my leg.
Instead, we opt to focus on Poseidon’s trident, and come up with a nice trident design, which soon becomes part of my calf. Susan helps critique the design and location/size.
I am on the 2nd floor of the waterfront building getting the tattoo, I lie on the table and I can see out the window into the harbor of Parikia and our boat bobbing at anchor. It was magic, and surely Poseidon will be happy.
We have another awesome dinner on shore, basking in the sun, with a perfect view of our boat.
A couple of small sailboats – a Laser and perhaps a Flying Junior launch and sail around the harbor. I explain that this is a good sign since you usually can’t keep these small boats upright in higher winds. Shortly thereafter they are blown over by the wind, and we watch our nice French neighbors race via dingy to their rescue. They decline the rescue and make it to shore on their own.
Stuff I’m Glad I Brought: Our small Canon camera. It does nice still photos, but you can also do video. I brought our larger video camera, but it never came out of the bag because it’s too big (even though it’s small for a video camera) and I wouldn’t want to have it on deck in bad weather or lug it on shore excursions. Instead, with my small camera, I always have it in my coat pocket and depending on the situation, can do either video or still photos. I’ll bring bigger (or more) memory cards next time because it fills up pretty fast.
I’m also glad we have Tom on board. He can fix anything with whatever he can get his hands on. Here he is fixing the rail on the gangway.