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| ANNE'S ADOPTED JELLICLE CAT AND CATERINA'S CHOICE |
I've been getting lots of sun. And lots of rest. It's really hot.
Days, I dive by the wreck. Nights, I swim in the blue lagoon.
Always used to wonder who I'd bring to a desert island.
Days, I remember cities. Nights, I dream about a perfect place. LAURIE ANDERSON
The island of Poros
relies on tourism and to that extent it is buffered slightly from the
economic crisis. Well, at least it is for four months of the year.
Some restaurants have told us their season is from 24th May to 22nd
September and that's it. That means a lot of them close next week.
Many tall, all in one accommodation, restaurant, cafe concerns are
closed down already in the Askeli beach holiday strip where we are
staying.
The weather is
changing, the water is cooling, the days are not as hot and rain is
even predicted in a couple of days. We're seeing the season's tail
end mix of eastern European, American, Russian, English and Italian
tourists under the hotel run beach umbrellas showing off a fascinating
range of physiques and plastic surgery in shades of white, crimson
and tan.
The ubiquitous Greek
pussy cats are here as much as every other place in Greece. Anne, who
does not call herself a cat person has taken a shine to one
particular moggy who slouches about outside our apartment. She does
seem to have a bit of character and a turbo charged purring
apparatus. The cat that is.
Greeks manage to pile
the family on their scooters all without helmets. I even saw one dad
on a scooter, a babe cradled in one arm, the other hand on the
throttle while the other kids sat fore and aft of him. The island is
refreshingly free of any work place health and safety or litigation
concerns or particularly strict rules about anything except flushing
toilet paper down the toilet. There's a fuzzy feeling of benign
indifference with social cohesion.
Walking down the old
town quayside restaurant strip at night is a buzz. There are lots and
lots of restaurants, most more empty than full but still lots of
people, both tourists and locals. The yachting/luxury launch
fraternity keep these restaurants afloat. It's a walk at the boat
show to wander home after dinner past them all, backed in, Med
mooring style, showing off their interiors. There's still some money in Greece.
Annette and Campbell
have headed off on Annecam while the Alleways are still here having
repaired their anchor winch. Louise and Caterina visited us and
charged up computers while they had a swim and hot showers.
Anne and I, for those
that actually read this far, are in a holiday rhythm of swim,
saunter, swim. To avoid getting too relaxed I do long distance admin
with insurance policy loose ends, blocked credit cards from donating
to my neice's charity, over servicing rental agents and other reality
checking background events necessary for supporting this seemingly
floating existence.
TIP. Click on a pic for the slideshow.
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| THERE IS, OF COURSE, GREAT BEER IN LIFE FOR THOSE WILLING TO TAKE THE JOURNEY |
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| AND YET MORE FOR THOSE WILLING JOURNEY TAKERS |
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| MOONSET, POROS |
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| LOVE A GOOD LED SILICONE CANDLE |
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| STEPPING OFF JANNER FOR ONE LAST DINNER TOGETHER |
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| THE ROMANCE OF TRAVEL |
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| MORE ROMANCE OF TRAVEL |
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| ANCHOVIES BY CANDLE LIGHT |
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| A RED AND A WHITE BOTH COLD GREEK WINES A BLINDFOLD TASTE. NOTHING ON THE NOSE ONE SIP OF THE RED AND I CONFIDENTLY DECLARED IT THE WHITE NOT MUCH BETWEEN SOUTHERN GREECE WINES |
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| GOOD STRAIGHT BACKS RESEARCHING AIRFARES |
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