The waves go up.

The waves go down.

Gineke's mother's visit was a smashing success, we actually saw some dolphins again, and we also took the opportunity of having a rental car available to visit some caves inland on Cephalonia. A very nice change of pace, as we normally don't get more than a few miles from any harbor.
After the visit, we decided to move on out of the Ionian sea and try to visit the Aegean sea on the other side of Greece. We went south to Zakynthos, then east into the gulf of Corinth, as we want to pass through the Corinth Canal. We entered the gulf of Corinth from Patras, and moored in the tiny harbor of Nafpaktos on the mainland.
And that's where it all went wrong.
Mooring in Nafpaktos took some doing, as the quay that yachts normally moor on had silted, and was too shallow. So we put in at another quay, right next to a huge motor yacht. The motor yacht had put a line from their bow to the quay, sort of closing of the remaining space, and we had too push it away a bit to get close to the quay. That meant that our gangplank, the plank from the boat to the pier, was leaning on top of this rope. And with the waves and the tide, it can move around a bit. Not a safe situation.
We had just visited the beach for a swim, and were on our way back to the boat, when we saw a small yacht enter the harbor. I decided to help them moor, while Gineke went to the boat. As she stepped on the gangplank, one point rolled of the quay. Because of the line under the middle of the plank, that made the other end flip up out of its socket, and before she knew what happened, Gineke fell 1.5m (5ft) down into the water. She called out to me, and I rushed to help. She had managed to pull herself up onto the boat when I got there, but was in serious pain. It turned out she had hit a stone ledge just under the surface with her back, making a long gash of about 20cm (8in) across her lower back from left to right.
We immediately cleaned out the wound with water, then sterilized it with alcohol, put betadine on it and covered it with sterile gauze. It looked like the gash had not gone deep, and would probably heal on its own, so we decided to wait and see. After dinner, we noticed some fresh blood had seeped into the bandages, so we decided to visit a hospital and have it looked at. Turns out that all taxis in Greece were on strike that day, in protest of the current government regulations to stabilize the economy. Luckily, some people from a nearby restaurant were able to help us, as you could get a taxi for emergency reason such as this by calling the police.
The taxi driver was very nice. The restaurant staff had told him we wanted to go to the (major) hospital in Patras, but when he found out the wound was not that serious, he suggested to take us to the Nafpaktos medical center, which was much closer and therefore a much cheaper taxi fare. He also told us we would probably be helped a lot quicker.
At the medical center, the doctor at first agreed with us that the wound would probably heal on its own, and would not need stitches, but upon closer examination decided to put one stitch in, just to be sure. When putting that in, it started bleeding again, so they put in three more. They then covered it with gauze, gave her a prescription for some antibiotics, and sent us on our way.
And that's were we are now. Gineke should not put any stress on her lower back, so no bending or twisting, and should try to keep it dry. Because you can't really live on a boat without bending and twisting a little, here and there, and because the summer heat of 30-35°C (85-95°F) makes for a lot of sweating, we've decide to check into a hotel with airco. That's where we will be spending the next few days.
So for now, we're stuck here. We hope everything will be okay, and that we can continue our trip next week.
Thanks for reading, Herman out
