Flying in to Syros, the Island of Hermes, we messed up. Our motor quit working. Stupid us forgot to open the gasoline valve. Short moment of panic, then distress mode and we found it.
Next day we moved to Hermoupoli, capital of the Cyclades. Old settlement being destroyed, built up, destroyed and so forth. Last recovery after an earthquake in the early nineteenth century it was rebuilt with merchant money from charcoal business. Very beautiful and posh. Streets in white marble, tons of restaurants and cafes in the harbor, cool shops in the narrow alleys.
For boats the harbor does not offer much of a shelter due to freaky pingpong swell caused by ferries and wind. From both we had too much. So we woke by a loud bang from our boat smashing into the pier. Our anchor broke free from the waves. But Thanassio the harbor master is lovely.
Early morning we put on our Hermes shoes and flew the port on stark winds and heavy sunshine to Andros with some seven to eight knots.
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