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Paros reminds me of my first trips since it was the destination we had chosen in high-school to go for a three-day school trip. It is a Cycladic island with the architecture of white houses with blue small windows, which would make any stone sunken in the sea look prettier. It has two large settlements, Paros and Naoussa. In the latter, friendly sailing races with wooden boats take place in recent years, called "Kapetaneika". It is an opportunity for sports enthusiasts to meet, but also a kind of "protest" for the destruction of wooden boats in recent years by European directives.

On the first day, when I arrived at the island in the afternoon, I had the time to settle in my room and go to the Marina of Naoussa to meet the contestants and see the sailboats. That's where I met the organisers, I explained to them what I was doing, and agreed on how I would move about on the next day during the race. A small speedboat would be at my disposal and would be able to move me along the boats or at various points that would be useful for me to take pictures from.

From the very beginning, I was intrigued by a vessel whose crew was dressed in traditional outfits and I thought that I would prefer to be in this boat. So I hoped the next day I would find the way.

In the afternoon I walked through the beautiful roads of Naoussa. There are so many nice places for food and drink, and I even thought that you could hardly find other places in the world along seasides as edgy and decorated with such good taste. At least of the places, I have visited so far.

Of all this, as I usually do, I was interested in a gentleman who sat at his front porch in one of the central squares. I went near and met him. His name was Yiorgos Zoumis and his origin was from the island. We have briefly caught a conversation about life on the island, but also about how it has changed over time. Yiorgos invited me to his house and so I had the chance to see one of the traditional houses of the island.

The following morning I was at the Marina early to organise my moves. I found the speedboat that could move me between the boats, but I had in mind to find the crew that was dressed in the outfit of their island. I learned that this vessel comes from Spetses and its name, Aghios Yiorgis. The crews at that time were preparing for the trip and were buying supplies for the race, mainly water. The race would end up at the famous beach of Kolimbithres, where all participants could enjoy a swim, before returning to the Marina of Naoussa.

So I found the crew at the supermarket while buying bottles of water and I met them saying that I would like to be with them in their boat to photograph them. They happily obliged and so I secured my ticket for Aghios Yiorgis.

The race soon began and so I found myself floating for the first time aboard a sailboat.

Aghios Yiorgis went fast enough and was one of the fastest boats in the race. Compared to its size, it seemed to me, at least, the fastest. The reality is, however, that I did not understand the rules of the game and the actual course of the ships.

The sea flooded with wooden boats and was really a unique sight. Observers were packed where they could around the rocks and pillars and many of them had brought binoculars along in order to be able to see better. I was very lucky to have boarded the boat that interested me from the start.

At some point, the crew wanted to take full advantage of the wind to take the lead. I've heard something about a butterfly and I saw one of the crew making a signal with his hands, which looked like a butterfly. I did not understand anything.

The answer, of course, did not come late. Suddenly everyone started to work fast and open the sails. I soon realized what this butterfly was like. The two large sails opened wide, counter-diametrically and suddenly the whole sailboat began to look like a giant white butterfly, hovering in the seawater.

The factor that highlighted this likeness was that, like a sailboat, the cruise was totally silent, which made my experience, being my first one on a sailing boat, totally unworldly.

Finally, we sailed to the beach, which was the finish, after we lowered the sails and slowly slowed down. We dropped anchor and the swimming started. The sun was torching our skin and I cursed for not having thought to take my swimsuit along.

After about an hour we returned slowly to the marina and so the race was over. Later on, a feast followed with a lot of food and drink of course, as every manifestation of social beings, like people, should end. Will meet again in a year.

Kapetaneika in Paros island - 5750

George Tatakis

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