 
September
16 , 2001
Gaeta,
Italy
September 3 , 2001
Stromboli:
The Lighthouse Of The Mediterranean
August 26 , 2001
Cefalu:
Another Medieval Jewel
August
23 , 2001
Sicily:
Land of Lovely Desserts
August 15 , 2001
En
Route to North Africa
August
10 , 2001
Ormeggiatori
August
8, 2001
Supermarkets
and Amphora
August 6 , 2001
Sailing
South in Sardinia
August 2 , 2001
La
Vie en Corsica
July
30, 2001
Jonathan
Joins Us
July
27, 2001
One
Sea, Seven Colors
July 24, 2001
Say
What?
July 23, 2001
"Va
Bene"
July 21, 2001
Venturing
Into Italy
July
20, 2001
And
The Mistral Blew
July 18, 2001
The
Spell Of Menorca
July 12, 2001
Culture
And Concerts
July 7, 2001
Cha
Chas
July
6, 2001
Red
Dust
July
4, 2001
Rare
Birds
July
3, 2001
Clear
Empty Water
June 27 , 2001
Quick
Friends
June
22 , 2001
Reconnecting
June 13, 2001
Eastern
Hemisphere
June
6, 2001
A
Weekend in Cartegena
May
30 , 2001
A
Time Or A Place
May
29 , 2001
Several
Lovely Sails
May
21 , 2001
Free
At Last
May
25, 2001
On The Hard
May
18, 2001
A Boat Again
May
14, 2001
Time
Warp to Morocco
May
03, 2001
Still On Stilts in Malaga
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Ormeggiatori -
August 10, 2001
Cala Gonone, Sardina
Harbors of
refuge are few along this part of the east coast and we sailed close hauled
for over 9 hours to find protection in Cala Gonnone. We came into this
tiny manmade harbor with trepidation. The description in the pilot book
was not promising. But we found the quay transformed by a local cooperative
which leases the space.
The ormeggiatori
(literally meaning the people who handle lines, fueling, docking etc)
wearing bright yellow shirts zipped around the harbor in inflatable boats.
They greeted each arriving boat. One of them leapt aboard Dovka, two other
went to the berth and they handled all the lines for our mooring. The
system is ingenious: there are the usual laid moorings with lazy lines
ashore which tie to the stern and the port and starboard bowlines, but
also there are twenty-five poles on the seawall with a wonderfully intricate
system of pulleys and lines attached to gangplanks which are lowered over
the boulders shoring up the cement quay, to the bow of the boat, enabling
us to get off the boat onto the boulders and then scramble up onto the
quay. Each berth comes with gangplank and water hose.
The boats here
are all under 42 feet and from many different countries. We are the only
Americans, and have been asked several times how we got the boat here.
The town is small and quaint, bordering on a wild and undeveloped area
of the island, which we are off to explore in a rental car right now.
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