We motored out into a windless glossy sea. We passed close by an island said to be ruled by large aggressive rats. Instead we picked up a swarm of wasps. They stayed with us into the nearby anchorage. They forced us inside the boat and then away from the shore. A burst of power from both engines threw them off and we found a lunch stop in a narrow inlet at the bottom of Ithaca. Here all was peaceful until most of a Sailing Holidays flotilla decided to join us. After lunch we made our way to Eufimia where we motored on the town quay. Later Lucinda started on the washing while I tried, once again, to repair the leak in the dinghy. We ate in a restaurant on the quay and then watched some Greek dancing.
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