We hadn’t been able to get a spot on the quay and had to anchor, and had another tense night. In the morning it was a priority to wait for a space to open up on the quay so we could rest. Unfortunately with a catamaran, you need 2 spaces -- preferably together. So Bruce and I hovered like hungry vultures in the dinghy with a radio waiting for signs of movement. Finally we moored – water, electricity, waste disposal – all the basic needs plus wireless internet!
We decided to stay put for the night and had a lazy day on the beach aiming to climb up to the Chora when it had cooled a little. A harbour/port connected to a main town up a hill is a common configuration in the Cyclades and this was a particularly pretty version. White washed walls, bright blue doors and shutters, brilliant pink flowers – picture postcard perfect.
The climb up to the Chora was punishing – but Alex skipped up the steps like a goat and the views are spectacular and worth every muscle twinge. Once we got up to the town itself, the streets were narrow (no room for cars), paved with large stones and truly labyrinthine. It would have been extremely easy (and delightful) to lose your way in the maze. We opted for a nice restaurant (with incredible desserts and view) who could direct us back to the road and a taxi back down.
Pictures: Approaching Serifos Chora, Beginning the walk up to the Chora above, The Chora's narrow streets.
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