like that. That pretty much sums things up. Certainly the day started
in Paradise, or the Taverna Paradiso to be precise. A few tables set
on the beach under a clump of Tamarisk trees it was the ideal place to
stock up on caffeine for the long day ahead.
That done we walked right down the beach from Agia Anna to the end of
Plaka, feet on the water all the way until we got just to the far
fringes of the FKK (nudist) beach. It was very quiet here and it
looked and felt for all the world like we had the entire beach to
ourselves. White sand and turquoise sea streched as far as the eye
could see in both directions.
We swam a while and then just laid, half in, half out of the sea, wife
reading her holiday romance novel, me just enjoying the peacefulness
and the scenic beauty.
Eventually lunch time arrived - same place as yesterday, the wonderful
family taverna that we had stumbled upon. Briam and Imam between us,
and I dared to try the home made Raki. It was very good, less rough
than some others I have tried.
All this relaxing, eating and drinking had left us feeling pretty
tired so we got sunbeds and brollies and had a snooze on the beach.
One final swim and we were back on the bus to town to get ready for a
night of traditional singing and dancing on The Kastro.
Well that was the plan, however we were put off that plan by the €46
it would have cost us. That's a fair bit of food and drink. Instead we
hit the town. Rendezvous provided us with delightful cakes and
cappuccini in a lovely waterfront setting and The Waffle House
provided the best ice creams I've had since we were in Venice 8 years
ago! The Kahula & Cookies was a sheer delight, the other, a local
speciality I forget the name of was even better, with chunks of citrus
flavoured sponge in it.
On the way back we were drawn into Escoba by the vibe coming from it.
In the garden a party was in full swing, someones birthday was being
celebrated in style. One cocktail turned into two before we knew it
as the DJ turned out top tune after top tune. Some we knew, many we
didn't, being either Greek or "international". I have to say that it
was fabulous that this was not in England nor anywhere the English go
en-masse. Nothing ruins a great bar more than a roomful of drunken
English louts.
Well eventually we had to leave and come back to the hotel. But I know
where we're going tomorrow night...
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