We spend a night on Kos in a quiet well-protected bay. Then on to Astipalaia, the butterfly shaped island. Where the two wings touch together there is secure anchorage with strong protection. The winds continue to be strong and the waves seem to rise and fall in front of us like liquid fortresses. Sometimes they dissolve right in front of us like cotton candy on a rainy day and other times we crash through them with saltwater scrubbing our decks like a washing machine in its rinse cycle.
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