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it spits out about 5 nautical miles as the gull and 20 from the port to Pigadia Fry maximum The weather forecast is quite good and we are confident when we start driving at about 10.30 clock of Karpathos. Only a little motors we through the doldrums, but on the southern coast of Karpathos, we get a sudden strong wind that blows down in squalls from the coast. We set sail cautiously, double reefed and the United Arbeitsfok, but after a short time, the winds are so strong that Mark Fok back down the date because the ship is not otherwise to control for sheer heel. Then comes the charge controller from our wind generator and the thing starts to hum, no brakes on our heads. We've done a few times, seems to be a loose contact or something, yet it was mostly due to cable vibration and reposition. This time, the buzzing stops above our heads to us, however, and is Finally, so uncanny that the windmill Markus summarily silenced with a rope. Although now our fridge is no longer cool, but at least we must have no more fear of being beheaded by suddenly flying off blades.
Also we have that is now worried enough. In the passage between Karpathos and Kassos is a nasty cross sea with waves which appear to be higher, because they come to us precisely the opposite. The wind is not really our friend, still strong and whistles but also about the direction that we want. We can run with the engine, but need to show up anyway and have the unpleasant waves sometimes turning angle of 150 degrees. Thus we make no solid ground. For hours, we cruise between the islands back and forth and the port on the north coast of Kassos is very reluctant to detail. Only around 19 clock we reach Fry and tie up with the back to the old ferry landing. An uncomfortable, swing strength space. It would be nice and quiet in the harbor itself, but unfortunately the port is being constructed, and the places for visiting yachts are made from a dredge to complete. Worse still is that rubbish truck tilt with rubble to fill the pier next to the harbor their charge, which ensures that every few minutes down a huge avalanche of dust over the harbor is.
Nevertheless, we are glad has finally gotten somewhere. We are still tinkering around for a while with our mooring lines, until we are sure that they do not chafe on the rough concrete of the pier broken and then go to the host. Bitzn and Fuffi purchase also includes two ferry tickets to Crete for tomorrow night, for their holiday is approaching the end again. Come