We planned two stops in the Gulf leading up to the Corinth Canal and into the Aegean. Stop one being Trizonia, a little Island 37 miles from Mesolongion, which our friends from Shiraz had told us was beautiful. We were keen to be en-route as early as possible and Mark is always up early, so being a kind husband he got us underway at 7am, whilst I lounged in bed. I joined him at a leisurely 8.30am and as usual there was no wind and the sea was a millpond. The most interesting part of the trip was the magnificent Rion-Andirrion suspension bridge spanning the one mile gap between Dhiavolos and Andirrion, it is gateway to the western entrance to the Gulf of Corinth.
Some details on the bridge – It was completed in 2004 and is the longest cable-stayed bridge in the world (that’s what the book says) and at 2,252m has three navigable channels each 560m wide, between 4 pillars giving an air height of 25-45m.After 6 hours we arrived in Trizonia marina, it was packed with boats despite its unfinished and slightly dilapidated appearance. It is known as a “dead marina”, started but not finished and with no apparent owner – which is why it is packed, no owner means no charge for the local Greek boat owners. We were however surprised that Tina and Tim raved about the place until we took Hudson for a walk 50 yards to the other side of the island.We were greeted by an extremely pretty, bustling village with a marina for the smaller boats, the usual gaggle of pastel coloured taverna’s full of late lunching red cheeked customers and a beach busy with local Greek holiday makers freshly arrived by rib or ferry from the close by mainland.It is charming, and then as you walk towards the impressive church (no shortage of money here) and beyond there is a nice coastal walk covered by olive and pine trees along the shore-line.The marina has so much potential, if they tidied it up, and cleared out the old tatty boats taking advantage of the free moorings, added a few cafe’s along the quay they could easily charge for the marina. They may need a little shop in the village to help us boaties, as the locals currently seem to buy everything on the mainland … but then maybe the place would loose some of its charm. We stretched Hudson’s legs and rested in a cafe in the little square playing cards, WHICH I WON AGAIN and watched the locals enjoying their holiday, we concluded the evening with dinner on board.