The sunset in Rhodes is like no other I have seen. From a burst of fiery orange it starts to sink behind the hills over the town turning them from brown to black. The medieval fortress and Turkish minarets hang on as best they can to the last minutes of light reflecting yellow, green then blue before becoming shadows silhouetted against a sky rapidly losing definition.
The strong afternoon sea breeze had dropped away to a mere whisper as we coasted out of Mandraki, the moon adequately supplementing our navigation lights. The gentle ripple of the wash of tiny caiques leaving harbour for a night’s fishing barely made any impression on our equilibrium as we swung the helm over and headed south along the coast.