After a week or so in the marina in
Trapani, it was time for a sail and a nice quiet anchorage somewhere, so we
headed east with the sails up and the motor at low revs. We tried out the pole,
spreading the genoa full abeam to catch as much of the wind as we could – it
worked well. The Sicilian coastline along here is spectacular: mountains and
sheer cliffs that drop into vivid blue water, extraordinary rock formations,
and nestled amongst all this, small villages, cultivated fields and deep green
pine forests.
At about 14.30 we found a beautiful small
bay near the town of Scopelo. In between almost vertical cliffs of golden
limestone, an old tunny fishery had been transformed into an attractive small
hotel, The water was crystal clear and I didn’t need much persuading to jump in
to check that the anchor was set. Unfortunately it wasn’t visible, buried deep
in long seagrass, but we seemed to be holding ok. We spent an idyllic
afternoon, swimming and snorkelling around the bay which, unusually for the
Med, was teeming with fish; reading, relaxing, enjoying a cold beverage or two.
As the evening drew in, we became less confident about our holding and
re-anchored further from the rocks. Then, as so often happens, a perfect
daytime spot turns into a bit of a nightmare as the wind strengthens and
changes direction and you get that rolly motion of wind against swell. Well, we
got through the night, regularly checking our position, and were happy to be up
and off early next morning.
Converted tunny fishery in Scopelo
A bit of weather seemed to be threatening
and we needed a few supplies, so the obvious shelter within range was Palermo
Harbour itself. We’d spent a week in Palermo previously, staying in a B&B,
but visiting a place by water is always a different experience. It’s a busy
harbour with many competing yacht clubs and marinas (each really just a pontoon
with a sign) so we decided to head to the Agip fuel dock to top up our diesel
and proceed from there. In the end we didn’t proceed far as the fuel dock runs
an adjoining dock and they offered us a reasonable deal for three days. We were
right next to the rowing club so morning coffee was taken on deck watching
teams of extremely fit young people negotiating their craft between yachts,
fishing boats, tour boats and various other obstacles. They would certainly
take medals for a rowing steeplechase!
Rowers in the harbour
Most of our time in Palermo seemed to be
spent shopping – or rather, wandering the narrow alleyways trying to track down
slightly obscure items: a certain type of clip for the fenders, Hercules pegs
(the big curved ones that don’t break or let stuff blow overboard), upholstery
cleaner, beef stock cubes, Greek yoghurt, a flagstaff ... We discovered some of the more
‘alternative’ parts of the dignified city we saw on the first visit, and it was
fun using ‘un poco Italiano’, ‘a leetle English’, amusing mimes and Google to
identify and purchase our things. Our local bar was the ‘Beachfront Bar’ –
literally on the beach – dominated by a huge art installation resembling the
prow of a ship which veered around with shifts in the wind. The bar, and indeed
just about anywhere in Palermo, is a great place to watch the passing parade –
Sicilian life seems to be played out with drama and high style, and very much
in public!
On the way to the Beachfront Bar, sculpture in the background
But now it was time to move on, a little
further east before crossing to the Aeolian Islands. From the Cruising Guide,
Cefalu looked like a promising spot, and it turned out to be very pleasant – we
had no idea it was Sicily’s second most popular holiday destination, after
Taormina. You can see why. The coast is ruggedly beautiful with ‘La Rocca’
towering over all (and guess what’s on top of the rock? Yep, a castle courtesy
of our old friend Roger the Norman!
Cefalu from the water
Temple of Diana, halfway up the 'hill'
Look closely - this is someone's back garden, overlooking the sea
The harbour is on one side of the
promontory and the town on the other, so it is a bit of a walk, but there are
awesome views of the sea below and the Aeolian Islands, not to mention ‘La
Rocca” towering overhead. Terry managed to make it to the top, securing another Geocache for the collection, but I only got as far as the ancient Temple of Diana about halfway up. It is a beautiful, peaceful spot to rest, take in the views and commune with the old gods of the Med for a while. Swimming is a weird sensation here as cold fresh
water flowing from mountain springs forms a top layer of about ten centimetres,
while under that the water is salty and warm, perhaps even heated by volcanic
activity.
We enjoyed a Last Supper in Sicily at a very nice restaurant /enoteca
called Trinacria (after the three-legged symbol of Sicily) watching the pink and gold sunset over the
islands, before heading back to prepare ‘Common Sense‘ for the passage past the
volcanic peaks of the Aeolians to the Italian mainland.
What can we say? Good writing, history and wonderful locations. We are still big fans!
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