I know nothing about this boat’s past or its future (if any). I took this photograph on the second of two visits to Greece. We sailed in the area of the islands near Samos. We sailed by day, spent the afternoon touring a variety of small, sparsely populated islands, and spent our nights on board our slightly larger sailboat–before continuing our adventure through the islands. My memories of Greece are all about the islands, the sea, and the simplicity of the lives of the Greeks we met. The boats of the islanders are simple wood boats, constructed, to every outward appearance, in the same form as Greek fishing boats for hundreds of years. Practical if not elegant, they are nothing like the power boats and sail boats that arrive at every Greek harbor of any size throughout the tourist season.
Terry and I happened on this boat when we stopped at a taverna inches from the sea. Definitely the worst for wear, it symbolizes for me both the beauty and the simplicity of the Greek islands.