Friday, August 23, 2019

ITALY'S GOLFO DI TARANTO


Currently we're cruising in southern Albania until late next week when we'll return to Corfu in Greece.
Sorry the Blog has got behind. Have had Envoy's new owners aboard for last couple of weeks or so and a problem with an accidental EPIRB activation - will catch up now. Adding photos is an issue right now and I hope to add these later.

Golfo di Taranto
So far in our story we've been on the Adriatic coast of Italy and Porto Castro is the last reasonable anchorage heading south. So we cruise south and west into the Golfo di Taranto to anchor off the marina Santa Maria di Leuca. It's pretty good, but like many anchorages here subject to wakes from large motor boats from late morning until late afternoon. We stay here just one day and then cruise north with a southerly wind behind us further into the Golfo di Taranto. In the late afternoon we drop anchor in a very large and calm south-facing bay called Torre del Pizza. We're staggered to see more than 200 mostly motor boats ranging from 5 to 25 metres long anchored here. In the late afternoon we have drinks on the foredeck and watch as they all leave bar two sailing yachts which like us stay for the night.
In the morning the wind turns north again making this an exposed anchorage so we head further north finding an excellent small harbour called Porto Caesario. Access is via a narrow buoyed passage through a reef and once inside it seems like you're in a tropical Pacific atoll. The depth is only about 3 metres with lots of shallower water and ashore a beached wrecked yacht is a grim reminder of what can happen if things go wrong and a big westerly swell develops.

It's very pretty ashore and there's some interesting shopping (even I buy a few things which is rare indeed!) and good restaurants.
The day we arrive here is Monday and we're due to go into a marina at Taranto on Thursday. On Tuesday the updated forecast shows a bad situation developing from Wednesday late afternoon – 40 knot southerlies, turning to 40 knot northerlies with a major thunderstorm. Given our unfamiliarity with the local area and the shallow depth of this beautiful anchorage we decide to head off a day early on Wednesday for the safety of the marina.
Strong winds in themselves are not normally a problem and we've often been safely anchored in winds of 30-40 knots and occasionally up to 60 knots. In these cases the wind builds gradually and you have the chance to make sure your anchor is well set. The problem with thunderstorms is that they can hit suddenly and viciously, often causing adjacent charter yachts (that may have inadequate ground tackle and inexperienced crews) to drag. The other problem is the wind is not consistently from one direction but always veers as the front moves, so in anchorages chaos often occurs.

Storm in Taranto
On Wednesday we leave at 0650hrs and cruise west then north-west in a rising southerly about 40 miles to Otranto, arriving 1400hrs. The wind has only reached up to 14 knots when we arrive and we have no problem getting into our berth, stern-to as normal, assisted by competent and friendly marinaras Andrea and Luigi (yes Luigi!). Unlike Otranto this is a “proper” marina with toilets, showers, constant AC power and potable water. It's also much better-priced at 58 Euros per night including power and water.
The greater Taranto harbour is huge and historically one of Italy's major naval bases.
By about 1800hrs storm clouds start to gather and I deploy some heavy spring lines from amidships back to the pontoon. The storm continues to gather force in the distance and appears to be probably the worst we've ever seen. The sky is pitch black over the storm front and it's moving down on us - fast. We see the front within about half a mile from us with very low black swirling cloud and then see what looks like white smoke. In fact this is spray whipped up off the sea's surface by the wind. The wind and spray hits us suddenly on our beam with the wind going from less than 15 knots to over 40 in seconds. As we watch the developing scene from our pilothouse we see our newly repaired wind speed indicator hit 52 knots – that's nearly 100 km/hr. Nearby, lighter boats heel sharply and bang into each other while Envoy heels slightly and strains at her mooring lines. Ahead of us we see a two masted sailing yacht about 60ft long and moored alongside a jetty, heel very sharply as she's exposed broadside to the wind. She goes over further so that her gunwales go beneath the jetty's decking and the rising waves push her underneath, so that she's unable to right herself. There she stays for 15 minutes or so until the wind changes direction, the seas drop and she suddenly frees herself, popping upright again. We take a close look at her later to discover a lot of superficial gelcoat damage.
The wind veers 90 degrees from abeam to astern and I'm pleased I added those extra lines.
After some torrential rain the storm abates, but we sure are glad we came into the marina.
Damage” to Envoy consists of one cockpit cushion blown away (which funnily enough we find in the water a few hundred metres away two days later) and a little rain water in the engine room bilge, which had been driven through the windward air vent. Our windward neighbor on his Feretti 39 motor boat says he's lost a squab and we find it up on Envoy's boat deck. Two yachts on the hardstand are blown off their cradles onto the concrete – ironically one of which is owned by the marina manager. The cafeteria is flooded and its plastic tables and chairs wildly scattered. This same storm wreaks havoc down the coast and goes across to the north-west coast of Greece where sadly six tourists are killed. The only good parts about this were that we were safely in the marina and Envoy got a great fresh water wash!
Early on Saturday 13 July we leave Envoy safely in her marina berth to fly to Rome and then on back to Auckland for a short time, returning to Envoy on 28 July for the second phase of our 2019 adventure.





Friday, August 02, 2019

ITALY'S ADRIATIC COAST

Otranto area
At this point in our story Envoy's still in Italy, berthed in a not-so-good marina, but in a very picturesque location - Otranto. For several days there are over 20 knot winds outside the port causing two metre seas that create a surge in the port. All the moored boats move around and strain at their mooring lines, in fact we joke that it's a lot rougher here than in many anchorages. Nevertheless locals say Otranto is tenable in most conditions, even at anchor.
Otranto is in an area known as Apulia, steeped in history with many interesting places to see.
We arrange a taxi to take us to the historic town of Maglie and the fare is a very steep 40 Euros for about a 20 minute ride. Our visit coincides with siesta time so there's virtually nobody around in the streets and piazzas and nothing open. For the return journey Chris negotiates a cheaper fare of 30 Euros. The driver's a nice young guy and tells us he has a girlfriend, but that there's a big problem with the summer high season coming. I ask him if the problem is him having to work extra long hours. “No,” he replies. “It's due to the temptation of so many pretty girls around.”

We learn it's much cheaper to hire a car than use a taxi and arrange a rental for 40 Euros per day to visit Lecce – one of the main attractions in Apulia and known as the “Florence of the South” with its Baroque style buildings. There's also an impressive Roman ampitheatre in amazingly original condition discovered during excavations for a new building in the early 20th century. However the temperature's in the mid 30s - much too hot to wander around for too long so we spend much of our time in a shady cafe soaking in the atmosphere.

We have our final day and night out with our close friend Chris in Otranto and bid him farewell.
Chris has been our companion aboard Envoy longer than any other guest and contributed not only to the fun but used his energy, enthusiasm and skills to assist with many maintenance and upgrade jobs – thank you McGyver!
The wind drops and we're able to leave Otranto. It's not that the sea was particularly rough, but more our lack of local knowledge of nearby safe anchorages. The Cruising Guide says they are very few, but we find our first one just three miles south of Otranto, not even mentioned in the Cruising Guide and nicely sheltered from the predominating northerly wind. We stay here two nights with about 20 smallish boats anchored during the day but only we overnight. On the first night a police boat comes to check on us about 0200hrs and leaves us in peace after a brief chat. Fishing boats also work very close to us but leave us alone the second night.

Porto Miggiano
We cruise about five miles further south to a fantastic anchorage called Porto Miggiano. I note the log that so far we've cruised 184 miles since leaving Lefkada in early June and not a drop of spray has come on deck so far!
Again there are many dayboats but only us during a glassy calm night.
Ashore there are hundreds of bathers adorning the small beach and larger rocky foreshore, seemingly oblivious to the heat and the sun's ultra violet rays. People don't go to the beach for peace and quiet here and loud music booms across the water from early afternoon.
Nothing seems to happen early around the Med, so the nicest times in these anchorages are the tranquil mornings and evenings and these times generall coincide with when the wind is lightest too.

Envoy in Porto Miggiano

Bathers in Porto Miggiano

I want to get some information about our next anchorage called Porto Castro so jump into the RHIB and go over to see some locals in a 40ft sailing cat “Second Life”. As I approach they look at me like “who the hell are you and what do you want.” (later they tell me they were very surprised to see me).
I introduce myself and they tell me Porto Castro is great, that they are going to anchor there tonight and why don't we join them on board for dinner – a big surprise and of course I accept.
When we try to lift Envoy's anchor we find it's stuck. In well over a thousand times anchoring Envoy I think this is only the second time. In the water with my mask and snorkel I see the anchor's fluke is wedged under a large flat bed of rock and the depth is about 12 metres – much too deep for me to go down and free it. So the best alternative is to let out more chain, use our bow thruster and engine to turn Envoy 180 degrees and try to pull the anchor out from the opposite direction. Actually this wasn't so easy in a crowded anchorage with lots of small boats moving around. First I cleat a strong snubbing line on the anchor chain to avoid putting too much strain on the windlass. We reverse up steadily and first time – no luck. The second time we hear an almighty crunch and Envoy pulls sharply back from the strain. At first I think we've broken the anchor chain, but we have success and the anchor has pulled free.

Porto Castro
We cruise down to Porto Castro which turns out to be a great night time anchorage and really nice ashore too, but in the daytime it's subject to residual swell and lots of boat wakes. We have a really fun night with our new Italian friends, party people Sonia, Marco, Riccardo, Matina and another with name forgotten. They have a guitar aboard and I contribute singing The House of The Rising Sun.

Interesting cove at Porto Castro

Next day we find a safe place to leave our small RHIB in the crowded small boat marina and have a good explore ashore as well as visiting the castle, towering above the anchorage.

Stunning architecture near Porto Castro