Corfu!

We are obviously on a completely different time frame than the locals. At 1:30am the thumping house music at the bar across the street begins. Only to peak at about 3:30 or 4am. On first awakening at 1:30 or so due to the assault of bad music and a sore throat, I went in search of the ear plugs that Heather and Shan had left for us. Luckily, I found them and they worked amazingly well. But I did awake again and noticed Mike stirring around 4am when he was putting toilet paper in his ears. I was able to go back to sleep and then awoken with a cup of tea at 6am from Mike who never really managed to sleep again. We were both so tired that we had the thought of staying another day and work on little projects, but neither of us wanted to spend another night (especially Saturday night) here again! Especially with the possibility of not having fans to help drown out the noise. After Mike discovered that the Italian had unplugged us last night and our splitter having disappeared(!), we sucked our anchor out of the sticky and messy mud (so much for clean clothes) and went to wait for the floating bridge to open at 7am. After that it was smooth sailing to Corfu. The 7 ½ hour day went by really fast with us taking our turns with watches and napping. We were both really happy to find room (and electricity and water!although it's 44 euro/night) at Mandraki Harbour, which is located just below the old fortress on the head of the peninsula. It is a spectacular setting! So after a cold shower we took the really hot walk up to the top of the fort. Even at 6:30pm the sun was feeling a bit unbearable, so we headed towards the old town in hopes of some shade. This place is incredible! Without having looked at map or even read about the town, we found ourselves stumbling out of the fortress and upon museums housed in Venetian mansions, botanical gardens, 16th century churches, and then the maze of alleys and narrow streets which make up the old town. We avoided the ones full of trinket shops and chose the empty, quiet ones winding our way around on smooth-as-glass cobbled stone, not knowing where we were going. The multi-story, Venetian styled old buildings, painted in creamy pastel colors with brightly colored shutters, some with crumbling walls, others recently renovated. Most with laundry strung out to dry from balcony to balcony. We can tell that we are getting closer and closer to Italy! After a cold coffee, we started our walk again and once we got our bearings on how to get back to the boat, we started to look for the perfect place for dinner. Which was a bit dangerous since we were both finding ourselves a bit tired and with low blood sugar. We had to make sure that we didn’t downward spiral into a state of where neither person knows where to go, what to eat or what to do! But we made it just in time back to a café that had caught our eye earlier in the evening and had a really nice meal while perched on a set of stairs watching the night unwind. Despite not feeling very well, I was tempted to stay out longer just to enjoy the cooler night air and soak up more of this amazing town. But after a short stop on a park bench, and a walk back through the old fort, I gave up the fight to sleep and returned to the boat only to fall asleep hard.

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