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Sometimes, rather annoyingly, British people seem obsessed with talking about the weather. I'm afraid today though, it's my turn to indulge in a little narrative on the vexed subject of climatic occurrences. Let me explain. For the last week, I've been seriously contemplating selling Comino so I could build a ruddy great big Arc in preparation for what looked like the imminent disappearance of Malta under a massive flood of rainwater. A phrase like "the heavens opened" doesn't even come close to describing the daily deluge we've endured. Then yesterday, out of the blue (pun intended), we had, what I thought would be, a brief respite. A great ball of fire appeared in the clear sky. Yes, lovely sunshine had returned. At last a perfect day to hoist the sails to dry for an hour, whip them off and pack em away for winter. So, in haste, we did all of that by midday and then sat in the cockpit sunbathing for a couple of hours with a glass of chilled white wine…..perfect! It was my understanding that the rain would quickly return and this was probably our last chance to get the sails off before we return home in two weeks. You can imagine my surprise therefore, to wake up this morning to a weather forecast for the next five days that goes like this-: Friday……..Sunny Saturday….Mostly sunny Sunday……Plenty of sunshine Monday……Plenty of sunshine Tuesday…..Mostly sunny Will I go to go to the trouble of putting the sails back on so we can go sailing again. I'm afraid not, that's it for this year. Tomorrow, I'll do an oil change, replace all the filters and Comino will be all prepped up for the long winter ahead. Going back to the dark days of the last week, I mentioned previously that the Crock Pot (slow cooker) had been retrieved from the bowels of the boat. The long awaited lamb shanks in red wine proved to be a big hit with me and my crew. After eight hours of gentle simmering the meat literally fell off the bone. So as ever, come rain or shine, we amuse ourselves with culinary delights in the cosy comfort of the good ship Comino. But not for much longer !!!
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A FEW PICS OF COMINOClick a photo to enlarge and use side arrows to scroll through.
COMINO IS CURRENTLY HEREDID SOMEONE SAY SEAFOODOn our journey from Portugal to Greece we enjoyed amazing seafood almost everywhere we stopped. Finding the local fish market was always a priority because seafood was so plentiful and so reasonably priced. And, the displays were a feast for your eyes.
Locating a market sometimes meant pounding the pavements in searing heat, but if you kept your eyes peeled, you often came across a little clue. The pic below was a rather less than subtle advert for a fish market - it was eight feet tall.
Freshly cooked onboard, a plateful of giant prawns, baked in wine and garlic, washed down with a few glasses of local vino, was like heaven. Watching the sunset on the boat eating a meal like that was the epitome of "living the dream".
Now we're in Greece we've another favourite to savour. I'm talking about fried Calamari. It's usually good, but every now and then it's off-the-scale fantastic. At Natalie's Taverna on Kontokali Beach in Corfu, it was nothing short of epic.
We're based in Lefkas now and It's been a bit of a mission to find somewhere just as good. And we have. Rakias is a mere ten minute walk from the marina and this little fish market, with its very own taverna attached, is quite sensational.
Oh...and it's also worth mentioning that, on occasions, a bit of barbequed Octopus is on the menu at some of the tavernas we frequent. Can I resist....no. SUNSETS AND DRAMATIC SKIESNo filters, or any other monkey business, have been used to enhance these images.
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