NEVER A DULL MOMENT IN RHODES HARBOUR
We were moored in the stunning harbour of Rhodes town for just over
2 fun-packed weeks. This was not our original intention as we had
sailed here from Marmaris, Turkey to refuel and provision before
heading east to Syria. On leaving the harbour I stupidly managed
to get my fingers caught in the anchor winch losing the top of my
little finger and damaging a couple of others. As a consequence
we needed to remain near to the hospital for treatment and check-ups.
Those familiar with the harbour will know that a chain running
along the south side of the marina is a daily obstacle for boats
mooring here, snagging innumerable anchors and often bringing out
the dive boat to assist. A further hazard is boats throwing their
anchors across ours; the charter fleet are the worst offenders.
We have now had our anchor picked up or dragged at least 5 times
obliging at least one of us to remain on the boat at all times.
We were alerted to a crisis one morning with a loud crash into
our davits. We rushed out to find an old Greek wooden boat across
our stern. They were trying to come into the marina with only one
small fender each side. When they finally manoeuvred into the berth
next to us they scraped the paint down the side of our boat. Promises
of compensation came to nothing due to lack of insurance. There
was apparently nothing the marina or the port police could do. Additionally
the Captain left his boat with a slack rope on the anchor, leaning
on us. With high winds developing overnight Nic had to winch it
in at 1am to avoid disaster.
At the beginning of our stay we were having drinks on a friend’s
boat. There was a sudden screech and scream. We all turned to see
a girl hurtling on a motorbike towards us. She flew off the quay
and ended up hanging on to our friend’s mooring rope with
one hand and the motorbike with the other. With our help and that
of neighbouring boats she and the bike were pulled to safety with
surprising little damage.
Enough drama we thought, but no, we also weathered out a 24 hour
southerly storm. The winds were steadily Force 6/7 gusting Force
8/9 compelling us to deploy an additional anchor and run our engine
to prevent being blown onto the quay. Down from us a catamaran sank
- the anchor didn’t hold and the boat was being thrown against
the concrete. The English owner had flown back the UK without leaving
a key or telephone number making it impossible to get into the boat
to start the engine and reset the anchor. A hole finally opened
up in one of the hulls and the boat started going under putting
the neighbouring boat in peril. The coast guard, marina staff and
port police were all involved in trying to save the catamaran. Terrible
to see a boat lost to negligence on the part of the owner.
Finally, in totally calm weather, another traditional wooden boat
arrived and caught the line on our fisherman’s anchor in its
propeller. The line had to be cut and we had to pull him into the
mooring by rope.
Our departure was none the less eventful than our stay. The second
fisherman’s anchor we had deployed in the storm was pinned
under our neighbour’s anchor chain. It was only retrieved
by diving for it. Once out of the harbour we managed to get a plastic
bag around our propeller which had Nic in the water once again.
We reflected on our exciting time from the picturesque anchorage
of Lindos…was it Rhodes or us acting as a magnet for drama?
Only time will tell.
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