After our morning walk above Skiathos we pulled anchor and left Siferi Cove for a quick swim at Tsoungria Island located at the south entrance to Skiathos Bay.
There are two beaches at here and we chose Lalaria beach, the less populated of the two. There was only one other person walking along the beach. We essentially had this little paradise to ourselves as we took our first plunge into the cool but refreshing clear azure waters of the Aegean.
Precariously perched high on the headland between Floris and Lalaria beaches is an oddly-shaped Ag Floros church. Unbelievable view and a quiet sanctuary from the midday Grecian heat.
Walking around the island we noticed an old abandoned building that had large terra-cotta pots inside it and what looked like olive presses. It was surrounded by old olive groves still producing olives as evidenced by the multitude of olive pits upon the sandy shore.
Before we headed back to the boat we noticed wild goats across the salt water lagoon and evidence of what looked like at one time a sprawling estate. What a beautiful place to have once lived.
We saw this boat on our way to the Skiathos graveyard and super quaint neighborhood. On our way back we saw this guy working to try and get it back into the water. He recruited Tom and I to lend him a hand.
The boat was unfathomably heavy with a cast iron engine dead center of the boat. They had greased skids and half a dozen men helping push it across them (and another dozen supervising).
We struggled to get it down the skids. It would slide off the skids and the prop and rudder would get stuck in the sand. They’d dig it out. Leverage it up. Slide in new skids and bark out orders in Greek to lift, push, haul, etc., punctuated by the occasional “Opa!” when it fell off the skid.
Eventually we did get it in the water and contemplated staying in the bay long enough to possibly get some fish from the fisherman later that day. But we moved on to Tsoungria Island just southwest of Skiathos.
We found ourselves scrambling around in our skivvies at 4am trying to figure out what alarm was going off. Initial we thought we had dragged anchor and had perhaps run aground. It turned out to be a low battery alert, although our panel showed we still had plenty of voltage at 12.4 volts.
After coffee we headed ashore to visit what looked to be a hillside graveyard I had spotted as we anchored the night before. The graveyard proved to be beautiful and tenderly cared for.
View of our boats from the graveyard
The graveyard was located in a Greek neighborhood so quaint it seemed to be make believe.
In the neighborhood were a few cars selling fresh fish or vegetables from the back of their cars.