Thursday 12 November 2015

Leaving Italy for France: Bormes-les-Mimosas (Terry)

Not the way we had anticipated an entry to the French Riviera…
At about 2am, motoring along quite happily in light airs, we suddenly had no forward progress.  Engine running, no sound of clogged anything.  I raced below and checked the engine bay.  Front fine.  Checked the rear – the prop shaft was not turning and there were three hunks of metal, that once were drive shaft bolts, in the well.  The three had sheared off completely, leaving their stubs in the engine side.
The passage started out well...

Oh well, it is a sailboat.  However, there was no wind so we bobbed about for a while until a tiny breath of air came along and we began to make progress.  Common Sense needs about 15 knots of wind to make a decent way, and this was 6-to-8-to-10, if that.  We crawled along at about 2-4 knots.  By midday, we had reached St Tropez, or the bay entrance.  I wouldn’t go in without an exit possibility, as I didn’t want to get caught in there with no way of manoeuvring.  We rang the marina/s there to see if a tow was possible but nobody had any clue – the one guy who did have a towing service reported back to the marina that he couldn’t tow a yacht because he only had a dinghy.  This is a towing service?

We continued on past St Tropez to Bormes, where our friends on Scarlett had hauled out earlier in the year.  Phone calls to the marina confirmed that they had a place and once in the marina they could tow or push but they were forbidden to do so outside the marina confines.
On we went, with poled-out genoa and winged main at 4 to 5 knots with the wind behind.  We reached the marina entrance on 7pm and dropped the sails in the fairway.  The marinero hooked up alongside, smiled and said “I drive, you steer.”  It was a wonderful reception as we ghosted to a side-on tie with 3 marineros waiting to take our lines.  17 hours on the wheel, coaxing everything possible out of the boat and we were both very tired.  We didn’t even care that French Riviera in August meant €86 a night!
Finding every bit of wind we could...

It was a superb marina, with great staff and facilities.  Room for 950 boats!!  And it was near full, although we were told by the mechanic who came to fix our shaft that in two weeks it would empty until next season.A word on the mechanic.  He is located in a group of 4 shops just outside the haulout area.  Something simple like ‘Marine Services’.  He was on the boat midday-ish next morning  He looked at the damage, looked at me and said “no problem.”  You can’t imagine how much that cheered us up, as we thought we might even be looking at a haulout (maybe €1,200) to even work on it.  He started to pull the shaft out immediately and then ran into a small issue – he needed about an inch more clearance.  No problem.  I put on the tank we had recently purchased in Palermo and went under, twisted and pulled the prop, stuck my head up and he said “enough – I have it.” The tank just paid for itself in one dive!

Off he went, with the housing.  Next day, he was back.  He had drilled out the 3 snapped bolts, machined up 4 new bolts (US threads, not EU!) and was ready to refit.  Brilliant.  All done an hour later and I said how much?  He said $250 which seemed mightily fair to us.  Off we went to the ATM to get it.  Great workmanship.We had no inclination to move off our side-tie and into a stern-to so we didn’t tell the marina we were fixed just yet...

Amongst the delights of any seaside town in France ...


We wandered off to see what delights Bormes held and discovered a great bar alongside the Petanque rinks.  A litre of Paulaner for €13.  Well, French Riviera in the high season, you just pay up and drink in the atmosphere.  At 7pm, the rinks were suddenly invaded by about 30 players, in pairs, for what we discovered was the nightly championship among the holiday makers.  Great fun all round.

Evening boules next to the bar

Sunday 8 November 2015

Genoa and Milan


We arrived in Genoa to the sobering sight of the cruise ship Costa Concordia in a purpose-built slip in the process of being broken up.  Some weeks earlier, we sailed past the rocks she went onto in Giglio, the result of one man’s arrogant idiocy and chest-beating attempts to impress his current paramour.  He has been tried and found guilty and sentenced to 16 years in prison for the crime he committed, which killed 32 people.  He remains free until his appeals are exhausted. S.O.B.
Around the corner from there was a massive cruise liner, and just as we came into the lagoon, she began to move out.  Not a lot of room there so Terry steered off to a holding basin and let her go out then moved on in to Porto Turistico de Genoa.

Costa Concordia wreck

And a fine marina this is, too.  In the best of traditions, you step off the boat and you are in town, on the maritime boardwalk with its tourist attractions, African hustlers trying to “sell” you the information that the Aquarium, which you can see, is where you can see it, a huge pirate ship replica and endless bars, cafes and boutiques. It seems that many waterfront planners believe that people on boats do nothing but eat out, drink and shop! It is usually much easier to find a pair of fancy sandals than a laundry, supermarket or chandler. However, it was just a short walk into town to find everything we needed, including the great cafes, bars, restaurants, specialty shops and markets that no respectable Italian city would be without. There is an excellent maritime museum that takes you on a journey through the whole history of Mediterranean navigation, including maps and instruments from the great age of European exploration and conquest.


Columbus and Vespucci

Genoa is full of signs of its past wealth. There are extraordinary buildings and streetscapes, mostly from the heady days of empire between the fifteenth and seventeenth centuries. Amongst many other historic ventures, the great voyages of Christopher Columbus and Amerigo Vespucci set off from here, and there are monuments and artefacts dedicated to both. Also a prominent part of the cityscape are the grand palazzos of the wealthy merchants, many of which are now museums. A stroll down Via Garibaldi, a street along the high ground overlooking the harbour, is a must. The palazzos here house fabulous furniture and artworks, including many works by Flemish painters, collected during the 17th century when Genoa had a very active trade with Flanders.



Magnificent inlaid furniture

A very rude Flemish painting - see if you can see why?

Besides its excellent maritime museum and its palazzos, one of the highlights of the city is its cathedral, San Lorenzo. Like several other churches, the cathedral claims to house the Holy Grail. This one is a rather unlikely green glass dish, sitting alongside various bones, nails and splinters of wood (from the True Cross) in their precious gold and silver reliquaries.
All gold and silver.   $$$$$$$$



As we were walking around the train station one afternoon, we happened to see that Milan was on the boards.  So next morning, early, it was off first class for a look at Italy’s capital of fashion and design.

1st Class in Trenitalia
And there it all was – the famous names in jewellery, shoes, clothing, homewares – exclusive boutiques with a single rack of clothes and the most intimidating salespersons I’ve ever seen (don’t put your foot through the door unless it’s wearing Manolo Blahniks...). Luxury cars and beautiful people are everywhere.

This is how you do a classy shopping mall

Sadly, there is a six-month waiting list to view Milan’s greatest treasure, Leonardo’s Last Supper, but we did find a good alternative:

Of the many Last Suppers we've seen, this one had the best supper....
The cathedral in Milan provides quite a contrast to Genova’s. The outside is an incredibly ornate confection in white marble, with every possible surface carved in saints, angels, demons and imaginary creatures of all kinds. The inside must have been the inspiration for the Dwarf kingdom of Moria in Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings films, with its massive grey columns and soaring Gothic arches. A trip to the roof is essential for amazing views of the saints close up, and the panorama of the city all around.

The roof of the Cathedral



St Bartholemew, martyred by being flayed alive
The Mines of Moria?

Unfortunately we were not so impressed with Italian rail on the return journey.  We couldn’t locate the platform for our 18:10 departing train and were rushing up and down looking for it. None of the uniformed personnel had any idea why it wasn’t on the boards until finally we found one who said “cancelled” and directed us to a regional train on the far end platform.  It was a real struggle to get to it as it was ready to leave, and Carol had a hard time making the distance. We settled in to a not-first-class pair of seats, with no access to refreshments, sorely needed after our busy day and not available in second-class.  As a regional train, first was not an option. After many more stops than the express to Genoa would have made, we finally arrived and got water and food. Terry’s attempts to get a refund resulted in unhelpful “help” and a maddening website loop. It was a great day out nevertheless.
Milan's most famous gourmet store


So, back to Genoa for re-stocking and preparing to leave Italy at last. Our plan was to pay brief visits to friends in Toulon, Barcelona and St Carles, arriving at our winter port of Cartagena by the end of September. From there, we planned to travel back to Italy for a catch up with Australian friends in Positano. As all cruisers know, plans are one thing; the reality of weather, sea and boats can often be quite another…