The second stop in the gulf was Kiato, which is only an hour and a half from the Corinth Canal entrance, perfect. The sail to Kiato was the opposite of the previous day, with an average of 20 knots of NW winds almost directly behind us, it was an ideal time to pole out the foresail to Mark’s delight.With the sail set we sailed the full 35 miles, arriving just before two, in time for a swim off the back of the boat as the waters were so clear (you could see 10 metres down) and lunch.As soon as the weather cooled a touch, we ventured out to stretch our legs and look for a supermarket. The town is a Greek holiday town, with beaches nearby; you could see the locals sitting under their umbrellas watching the kids playing in the sea, it reminded us a bit of the Spanish Costas. The layout of the town was similar to Preveza, but no where near as well maintained or clean and it did not have the same vibe to it. It would not be a town I would visit again as it felt dirty and I was not comfortable leaving the boat, so Mark locked up all the lockers and windows (probably unnecessary but it was just how I felt). We found a local supermarket, bought our dinner ingredients and headed back to the seafront for a swift beer over looking the harbour.
Kiato has a fishing harbour full of local boats with an outer harbour area with one large mole for larger boats, surrounding the inner harbour. We moored up with only a couple of other boat on this outer mole and found out the next morning why this spot was so quiet. At 6am all the locals (and I do mean ALL) go fishing just where we parked, chatting loudly, negating the need for an early morning wake-up call.