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Log & Chart<\/a><\/p>\n

We sail from anchorage to anchorage, Panormitis on the island of Simi, Kamari on Kos and Astypalea. Slowly acclimatising to sea life, the first few days are a little nauseous but it passes. Pedaling legs are becoming sea legs. By day we hoist our canvas into the great Meltemi wind and power trough rolling seas, by night we rest by small towns and sheltered coves.<\/p>\n

I listen to the radio and scan the seas, the region is currently host to one of the largest refuge crises of our time. Kos is currently a haven to some 28,000 refugees forced to run by the horrors to the east. Even the short stretches between the islands can be whipped up into formidable seas. There is a slightly odd\u00a0atmosphere in the small harbors, not much discussion, just the odd story of a missing dingy and a the occasional patrolling Naval ship. I miss the stark encounters of the road, by sea you traverse no man’s lands between populations, often maintaining a moat of security. Places even seem to become indistinguishable.<\/p>\n

I ask of our action plan “What do we do if find someone in the water?”. The response is a little clinical at first “it depends on what the coast guard says”, but ultimately we treat them as if it were you or I.<\/span><\/p>\n

The only sign we see is a haunting reminder on the dark sea; an empty life ring drifting miles out.<\/p>\n

We practice taking watches, learn the ropes and scribble entries into the ships log.<\/p>\n