The Grand Master’s palace
- Post author By Marc De Ridder
- Post date May 8, 2022
- Categories In Castles, History, Rhodes
- Tags castles, grand master, grand master's palace, greece, palace, rhodes, Rhodes old town
A visit to the Harani boatyard is a must when we stay on Symi.
The boatyard is more ulitarian and has certainly been much busier in the last couple of years. Perhaps it is a little less impressive than the days when ‘wrecks’ like the Lazy Days were propped up in the yard (Harani Boatyard).
But still plenty of opportunities for any artist.
While having our usual coffee and reading a book at the harbour side at the Nireas Hotel in the morning, a cormorant appeared. Wonderful to watch it swimming back and forward while catching plenty of fish in the harbour.
There is nothing more relaxing than to see the world go by from your balcony with an ice cold glass of white wine early evening before going out for a meal, especially after a warm, sunny day.
The view is never the same and always interesting with the going and returning of the locally fishing boats against the backdrop of a pink glow or pink-reddish clouds, that is, on the rare occasion when there are clouds in the sky.
In the absence of any wind, today was extremely warm for this time of the year, touching on the 30°. Tonight’s view was very special, with the return of the fishing boats across a particularly smooth and reflective sea was simply stunning.
The boatyard in Harani on Symi is…
We woke up this morning to very dark skies over Turkey heading our way. It was not long before we started to hear the rumble of distant thunder. While having breakfast on the balcony the skies got darker and darker, and the wind started to pick up and swirling.
The world around us scrambled to bring in chairs and tables, and to move and secure the boats. The crew of a gullet panicked and cut the ropes to the quay when the swirling wind nearly became a whirlwind round their ship.
The lightning started to become more prevalent with the time lapse to the heavy rumble of thunder becoming shorter. But the eye of the thunder storm never reached us, as it bypassed Symi to the North.
And not long after, the clouds parted and we were drinking a coffee in the sun.