Woke this morning, pretty chilled and open to what we would get up to. The day started with a bad coffee (we shall save the rest of the sachets for Mr Keyes), so we went back to On the Road, where the burly older Greek man either didn’t remember us, or was acting cool infront of his mates. Either way, he makes a cracking espresso Freddo (cold coffee with froth). While drinking our beverages, Leon starts motioning with his finger, in an exaggerated large arc over his nose, and glancing over to the Greek men. Oh wow. This isn’t subtle. Turns out Leon’s trying to gesture to me that his nose looks the same as the Greek men! That could have been misinterpreted! No one seemed bothered anyhow, and we got away without Leon’s nose being rearranged.
So we headed to a monastery. We did not however check that the monastery wasn’t up a treacherous single road super steep mountain: so half way up, I start hyperventilating slightly, which was apparently off putting for Leon, so he pulled over on a stoney patch of land. Half way up the mountain. Great. He got out to assess the further gradient, while the herd of goats bleated in what could only be interpreted as a mocking laughter.
We head back down the mountain, and go to chill at Tsambika Bay beach, a gorgeous stretch of Sandy beach, to relax. After an hour or so, an attendant tells us we aren’t to sit near the sunloungers, and that makes Leon extra Britishly awkward, and we move on.
We decide to try ‘seven springs’ instead, a 6 min drive away. Also up a fuck off mountain. With a hairpin turn! This time, we decide not give in, mainly because there is no strategically placed patch of land for us to do so. Once up there, we look at the first spring: yes, it’s a body of water that looks similar to Loch Lomond, but with many many peacocks and tourists. Pretty though, and I got to see my first peachick!! Kinda like a chickpea only cuter… a baby peacock. Awww!
Nearing 12.30 now, we are ready to eat, so chose the glorious smelling grill, ‘Epta Piges’, that is conveniently next to the first spring. the food was insanely good. And we may have eaten our first goat, in the form of gyros (said ‘yeeerosh’). Ha! That will teach them for jeering at us on the mountain. We win! Once fully stuffed on dolmades, gyros, and potato salad with fruity bits in, we can’t be arsed to walk to the other six springs. Seen 1, seen them all! There is also a tunnel you can walk through that is wet and claustrophobic. We also avoided that. Seems like a terrible idea.
We took a slow drive back, via a local supermarket, and got more water (the water in our taps is salty), yoghurt and BBQ ruffles.
We went to our local beach, Leon baked himself/ dipped in the sea, & I was reading a book gifted to me called 23 Sweet FAs. It’s really funny & shows the true meaning behind the beautiful game. I’m enjoying the travel side, of course too, and the references to things no longer standing, like being in the EU are a pause for thought… and filled with historical nuggets that are really fascinating too. I won’t spoil it, but I’d recommend.
We came back to the apartment for chill on balcony, showers and then went out for dinner. We walked along the beach to our fave restaurant, and saw the sunset and moon, and just looked so magical, with the white Luna light playing on the waves, while the sun set the sky into pastel shades of purple and coral.
The food was immense, as usual, and I’ll no doubt put a photo here. Some tech issues with getting pics loaded at the mo. Maybe it’s the wifi, who knows!
Peachick!! Tsambika Good succulent/ cacti action Sunset Steak 1 of 7 springs Leon squatting to cover ugly litter bin in the sunset
