Back on the ocean waves...to the gateway to the Orient
After a frustrating year locked down at home we are once again back on
our watery adventure!
We headed south from Athens, down to Santorini and the Cyclades, east to Rhodes and the Dodecanes and back to Athens, shown in red on the map.
I am now back on the boat heading for Istanbul, the eastern most point of our adventure. Melanie is not that keen on Istanbul and wanted to do some stuff at home so I am being joined by my long term crew mates, Mike and Gordon and also Andy Fleet for the first time.
We finally set sail for Lesvos, at 110 miles a very long day dropping
anchor long after dark. The nights are short here now with darkness falling at
7pm.
Lesvos, one of the largest of the Greek islands, is very green on
account of the olive and pine trees. It doesn't seem very touristy and going
into many of the villages was a wonderful step back in time.
Andy left me on Lesvos and I was joined by Mike. After checking out of
Greece we set sail for Istanbul. I have shown our track in purple on the map
above.
A long day put us at the mouth of the Dardenelles where the terrible
Gallipoli campaign against the Ottoman empire took place in 1915. We sailed
through the anchorage used by the British fleet and on past the two heads where
half a million men were landed in the early months of 1915. Two huge monuments
stand on the north shore where the bulk of the fighting took place; 50,000
young men from each side lost their lives and another quarter of a million were
wounded over the 10 months of the campaign.
Churchill very unfairly took the rap for this military disaster. In fact
in was Kitchener's idea, Churchill only got involved when he suggested that the
Dardenelles (the channel into the Sea of Marmara and thence to Constantinople
as it was known at the time) could be forced by the navy. Churchill was the
first lord of the Admiralty at the time, he therefore became the fall guy when
it failed.
It was a great victory for the ailing Ottomans and is much celebrated round here. This huge 'mural' cut into the hillside on the opposite side of the straights, reads 'Stop traveller - March 18, 1915, a reminder to all passing ships that that was the day when the Allied fleet was defeated'. On that day the allied fleet retired to lick their wounds and so the land campaign started
Those heroes that
shed their blood and lost their lives ... You are now lying in the soil of
a friendly country. Therefore rest in peace. There is no difference
between the Johnnies (the allies) and the Mehmets (Turks) to us where they
lie side by side here in this country of ours ... You, the mothers who
sent their sons from faraway countries, wipe away your tears; your sons are now
lying in our bosom and are in peace. After having lost their lives on this
land they have become our sons as well.
A good lesson for mankind. His picture still adorns
walls everywhere nearly a century later.
The film makers gave their replica of the horse to the town where it
stands proudly on the waterfront!
As the whole of the
Black Sea empties out into the Mediterranean through the Dardanelles it isn't
surprising that there are current of up to 4 knots flowing out which makes it
rather slow going! Sadly the weather hasn't been good here, we have had more in
in the last week that the last 2 years put together so our arrival here has
been a damp affair. However, we made it to Canakkale where we got sight
of our fist minaret and checked in to Turkey.
The Dardenelles is one of the busiest shipping lane
in the world, we shared the waterway with some pretty big lumps of steel!
On to Istanbul!
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