Post by dennisn on Sept 9, 2018 14:39:48 GMT
First full day, Saturday 8th September.
I woke with not even a trace of a hangover, much to the annoyance of Vera who thought I should have had the biggest headache in the developed world. But no, up at 6:30am to make us a drink and get ready for out first beach swim. Sorry, I forgot to mention that FRiday afternoon, whilst VEra had a short nap, I went out and had a swim in the pool. Slightly big girls blouse temperature, but I'm from up north.
So a quick awakening drink and off we went to the beach. We were rewarded by a lovely peaceful walk, meeting a few old friends on the way (we never just stroll, we stroll with chats to anybody daft enough to pause, very much to my liking - no puffing and panting to keep up!). The sea was beautifully calm and I did try to beat Vera in, but she always takes advantage of my chivalry - I hold the bag open for her to put her wrap in, then put my hat down for her to put her glasses in, then I put my stuff in the bag and glasses in the hat, by which time she's already ankle deep, so my competitive attempts at beating her in are thwarted so easily.
We swim to the line of buoys - Vera to the fourth one, I go for the fifth, say "hallo 5", then we turn and swim back. We had two lots of skittering fishes. Then the glass man came along - he patrols the beach each morning to find small shreds of glass which have been ground into little tiles which his wife uses for mosaics.
Before the great masses of people started to arrive, we left and on the way back greeted everybody cheerfully. One couple turned out to be Russian, a short stocky man whom I would definitely not wish to offend and his extremely beautiful lady partner. I used the majority of my Russian vocabulary to say hallo friend and goodbye, which was enough to set him off telling us in three word English about how great is Putin, what a demon is Mrs May and I'm not quite sure what he thought of Angela Merkel. We parted as the best of friends, his girlfriend tugging at him to stop his embarrassing tirades and maybe also prevent him from hammering me downwards into the ground!
Breakfast and off to town. We had a straightforward plan for the dress - look at everything, buy nothing until we'd seen them all and also seen them on Skopelos and Alonissos. So we ony boughtb three dresses and two tops. And one pair of shoes.
Nikos Taverna (yellow fence, Papadiamantis Street) still provides our favourite gyros, despite the abrupt rudeness of Nikos. I asked if he had mustard and he said "NO, whatever you ask it's NO", but when he brought the gyros he also brought the squeezy mustard thing. Also, his humour turned a small infant to tears, so he brought it three strawberries in a saucer. Far better than I was able to manage when my smile brought instant tears from another infant in a shop. I suspect he has a soft heart.
With only two bus journeys, we have not yet renewed my friendship with Katerina, the blonde lady bus conductor bloke, but there's time yet. We had instead first the unhappy one, for whom the world is surely about to end before tomorrow, and the tall thin happy smiling one who addresses all women as Lady and hands Vera down the steps from the bus. Has anybody ever seen him not smiling?
We ate at Jasteri. Vera had the sea bass and I decided (in advance) I'd have whatever the special was. Turned out to be tuna steak for which I specified chips instead of oven potatoes. I like chips, even though so many Greek places do rubbish ones - I persevere with optimism!