Swimming

 Vayonia, our local Bay and swimming hole is getting crowded.

There are always small fishing boats tied up to the wooden wharf and often small yachts and catamarans anchored out in the bay but we were amazed to see this monster come cruising in backwards.  

First of all a small rubber boat came zipping out carrying huge ropes and two crewmen in smart white t-shirts clambered over the rocks tieing these to rocky outcrops.  Then this behemoth slid into view.

Once it was held fast to their satisfaction something in it's bowels opened up and every water sport machine known to the rich was disgorged into the bay.  Besides the jet ski there was a board which zipped along a few feet above the water, another device which dragged swimmers through the sea, a waterski with onboard power, kayaks, skiffs and wind surf boards.  

The 'boat' had a Maltese flag.  I don't know what language they were speaking but it wasn't english.  We all stopped to goggle, and swimmers kept out of their way.

There are always swimmers when we go down around 4pm for our daily dip.  Where we sit, on a stone wall, is the local's area.  K loves it.  He has a chat and catches up on gossip.

Looking out to open sea

These short flippers have been recommended by one of K's doctors.  They  make the legs work in a way which helps those with back problems.