We have settled in nicely in our berth on the quay at Vonitsa. A lot of the spaces are filled up by people who keep their boats here permanently when they are absent, or are trying to sell them, or live aboard here. That means there are less and less spaces for cruising yacht people like us, who just want to stay for a few days. We managed to find a space at the very end of the quay. It’s nice and quiet, and there’s free water.
We are behind with the boat jobs – the carpet has not been removed or scrubbed. The decks have not been painted. One of the shower pumps was not working, so Tim has spent several hours fixing it, which involved the removal of a door, the floor and several metres of pipe. He’s also not been well, and has spend the rest of the day just resting.
Vonitsa town is what I describe as typically Greek. You wouldn’t want to come on holiday here, there’s no flash hotels or villas with pools. There’s no tourism at all, no boat trips, no shops selling postcards or souvenirs, no full English breakfast served. In July and August it fills up a bit, with local people returning to visit relatives here, or to get to the coast and escape the heat inland.
It’s rather a scruffy place, and if it was the first place in Greece you ever visit, you probably wouldn’t like it. It’s nothing like Santorini, or Mykonos! But it has a charm of its own, and you can buy almost anything you need here. There’s some reasonable supermarkets, banks, butchers, bakeries, and numerous cafes and tavernas, with those infamous uncomfortable chairs along the waterfront.
There’s a huge castle built up high, overlooking the town and the waterfront. There’s also a tiny island at the eastern end of the seafront, where a tiny Greek church nestled in the pine trees. The island has been joined to the mainland with an attractive footbridge.
I took all of these photos when we were anchored in the bay near the little church, a couple of days ago.