Golden Age of Sifnos-1984
(David puts people on flights
to Greece and on yacht
charters that sometimes end up on Sifnos)
The Kimolos glided
effortlessly down the mid-harbor channel as she approached the
tiny port of Kamares. She had left Pireaus six hours earlier with
her precious cargo which the townspople of Sifnos was now eagerly
When her stern was
about on hundred yards from the end of the dock, the two anchors
were dropped with a might splash and the engines were slowly eased
into reverse. Slowly the gap between the dock and the ship narrowed
80 yards.....70 yards.....60 yards..... 45 yards.... 20 yards...
When the Kimolos was ten yards from the dock two men(one on the
portside of the stern and the other on the starboard) heaved their
lines from the upper aft deck.
These lines consisted
of twenty yards of three-quarter inch orange rope with a monkey
fist(a gall of rope about the size of a baseball which allows
the ropesmen to throw the ropes accurately and far) at the end.
The other ends of the orange lines were attached to a much heavier
rope. These were about three inches in diameter and would be use
to hold the great ship in place and secured to the dock as she
unloaded her cargo.
The stern of the Kimolos
which was also a door had been lowered and a couple of men were
scampering around with large woven mats that would be used to
fill in the space between the dock and the door once it was lowered
completely, allow the wheels of the disembarking vehicles to ease
onto the pier.
The crowd on the dock
continued to grow as it had been doing- ever since the two young
boys spotted the bow of the Kimolos as it appeared at the harbor
entrance and shouted "Vouvouri! To Vouvouri!"(Boat!
As more and more people
gathered on the dock, the jockeying for position became more frantic.
The people of Sifnos had waited patiently for this- and the great
moment was slowly unfolding right before their very eyes.
With an explosive clang,
the door was lower onto the concrete dock and the rope mats were
slipped into place. At the instant the door made contact with
the dock there was a roar of engines that erupted from the great
bowels of the Kimolos as every vehicle simultaneously engaged
The movement on the
dock became more frantic. Necks were stretched in order to see
over the heads of those who were lucky enough to be in the front
of the crowd. Children crawled on their hands and knees through
the maze of legs and took up their positions in the front row.
Minds wandered. Young girls dreamed of walking down the aisle
and exchanging wedding vows with the driver of this incredible
machine. Older residents recognized that Sifnos was about to enter
a new era in her glorious history.