Post by dennisn on Jul 11, 2018 18:36:46 GMT
Monday 9th July
First jeep day, off to the beach for swim very early and got there before 7am. Glorious swim again and I nearly beat Vera in, but only nearly!
We set off in the jeep, down to Koukounaries to turn off before the end to go north. Once off road, we ambled gently along, slowly enough for any animals to avoid us and for us to enjoy the views we love so much. The unsurfaced roads were reasonable and we drove north to run along the coast past all the small beaches, eventually wending our careful twisty upsy downsy way to Asellinos beach for a refreshment in the taverna there.
Then back onto the forest roads to Ligaries for lunch. Because I rive so slowly, it took us just the right amount of time to get there in time for midday lunch. Their excellent Greek salad washed down with Amstel Free beer (alcohol free). It's a long time since I learned to like the Greek peasant food of bread and olive oil and I am able to indulge that with this salad.
We then headed off through Kechria beach. I knew I was asking a lot of Vera, but I had been told that more work had been done on the road, so I set off confidently expecting success. I was wrong. The only change I found was a concrete wall at the bottom on one of the bends, but the very bottom bend was still the same. I misjudged the tightness and had to stop to re-adjust my approach, backing up a bit to get more angle. The tyres were less than new, so the first couple of tries suffered noisy wheelspin - terrifying for Vera (who had already disembarked) and hugely entertaining for all the onlookers. So along came a right plonker on a quad, approaching up the bottom few yards of the hill, where there was no chance of us passing each other, and started to yell at me to get out of his way. His wife got off and came to yell too. According to Greek traffic law, he should have given way to me, reversing back down the odd few yards to let me get down, but he didn't. So I pulled left into the entrance way to the taverna and let him go, preceded with a comment to his wife that if he didn't know how to drive a quad he shouldn't hire one!
The climb out of the other side of Kechria was just as bad as we remembered, so 4 wheel drive persisted for quite some distance - those things stink of something wrong in 4WD and don't give you a lot of confidence that they can stay alive! That will be our last trip there I'm afraid - I'm happy enough with it because I'm driving, but Vera was truly petrified.
Performing a circuit, we returned via the valley running down into Agia Paraskevi. At one stage, I spotted an oncoming large lorry, so I stopped and waited for him at a wider (small) spot and he gave me a nod as he went by. I thought it was worthy of an effusive gesture of gratitude for saving him from stopping head on, but apparently you can't have it all.
We ate at Varelli, where we arrived to find them battening down the hatches and moving all the tables under cover in anticipation of more rain. By the time we had eaten our tsatsiki, the gusting wind cracking the side blinds persuaded me to make the short walk back to Villa Maria to close the roof of the Jimny and to close our room shutters to prevent a slamming of doors with consequent broken glass. It spotted with rain as I set off and was doing more as I walked back - with my back to the wind, my shirt back got quite wet, because, of course, I completely forgot about the pacamacs and umbrellas in our wardrobe!
But who cares? We're still enjoying our holiday.