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neděle 27. července 2014

Lassi - Kefalonia 2014

15th July
Yesterday we arrived to Lassi in Kefalonia and it rained already at the airport. Our little village is below a busy main street that leads to Argostoli, the capital. When it rained, the sea appeared to remind more of a lake and the skies were grey and dull, so we weren´t exactly ecstatic. Our studio apartment is right on the rooftop of beautiful summer villa and our terrace takes the space of the whole roof. The inside is furnished and equipped really nice and homely. We are overlooking the sheer gulf with floating sailboards. We went to the local beach yesterday. The sand is grey and soft as a volcano ash. It sticks to your feet, so we looked like two pygmies after a while. There is also a bar on the beach and the waitress reminded us of our work colleague, so we were entertained for  long few hours. (ZK) But so far we haven´t met many local Greeks as we are in busy touristic zone. We proceeded to check the Dolphin market on the main road. It seems everything starts right there, it´s the town´s replacement for a main square. I spent 40 EU for the first shopping. How frustrating!
Then we lied on the beach for several hours and we even drifted off to sleep as we had a sleepless night in Prague, waiting for 2 am transport to the airport, then travelling straight to the islands. I got burnt a little....We noticed a new fascinating figure. An old man in bright yellow swimwear. I called him Hugh Heffner, but Sylva named him in much more rude way (censorship required), nevertheless, he gave us a reason to laugh a lot. Otherwise, the cicadas are driving us slightly crazy, they keep chirping from dawn to dusk. They left pair of binoculars in our room, so we keep spying on the gigantic sail boats and cruise ships the size of Titanic. It rained alternately throughout the evening, then the sun came out. We ate a light dinner accompanied with few glasses of red wine, talking together until very late at night.


Our fascinating view from the house
16th July
Today, after a brisk breakfast, there was a meeting with our delegate Magda. We prepaid our full day trip around the island. I bought a little paper pad for writing my memoirs and some more food. We just returned from the “new” beach where we spent the whole afternoon. This smaller beach is probably much better as it is closer to our hotel and to the sea and nobody disturbs us, even though we noticed some Greek guys in a yellow speed car watching us from above, who persistently watch the newcomers. (probably those who are topless). Now we have a siesta on our terrace, where we showered with a hose. It´s fantastic, we have absolutely everything we need! Now we are having a snack and wine, trying to dry in the sun, before we get off to the town in the evening. There is a colossal cruiser speeding in front of us now. I heard a loud shout from bellow “Ty vole” (which could be translated into English as Fuck!) It seems our neighbours noticed the boat too. Sylva is complaining of not being able to see through the binoculars. Now she noticed she was looking through it with the lids on the whole time. We are just discussing the tsunami and how would we escape, if it came.
In the evening, we set off for Argostoli taking the shorter main road with the views of the bay and the expectations of a nice hot dinner. We found ourselves in a half ruined zone full of empty hotels, then came into the enormous rectangular square, where we didn´t fancy eating, so we made our way to the harbour, from where dispatched all ferries to Lixouri. We grabbed a table at Diana´s restaurant to enjoy some Mousakka and jar of homemade wine. We became witnesses to an incredible transport manoeuver when two trucks carrying a load of several mobile houses tried to back up inside the narrow corridor of a ferry, next to each other. The guy with a whistle coordinated the whole operation and several more hefty guys run around the trucks with some rugs to pile under the truck´s tyres. The second truck was shifting slowly backwards inch by inch, to get right next his colleague. We were both afraid for lives of the standing by folks, as I couldn´t imagine what would happen if one of those houses just rolled down on them. But I guess, driving in dangerous conditions is one of the best Greek skills. They are the masters of manoeuvering!  After the show we paid and continued walking in the dark along the “promenade” out of the city. The trail was quite wild. Approximately after half an hour we couldn´t see almost anything but pitch black, just when we were passing through a scary strip of a forest alley. Sylva kept holding on to my arm. We started breathing again once we walked out of that jungle. We were also met by a honking car full of drunk guys (not sure if Greek or British), then a taxi driver stopped to give us a ride (not sure if for free, so we rejected the offer as we didn´t  want to give up walking) and finally, we encountered a wild bunch of barking dogs that looked like the three headed  Cerberus, which I managed to scare off by a angry growling back at them. They run off scared to death. Sylva thinks I´m very good at it. And now, we are finally at home, totally exhausted. Sylva has worn out flip flops and I have a Moussaka heartburn. Tomorrow we are planning on visiting Costa Costa beach. Hopefully, we will survive.


Sylva having a chat with a local...
17th July
We just received devastating news. There won´t be any bus cruise due to low interest of candidates. All of those idiots hired a car and now we have no trip to go to! I won´t see the beach where Nicolas Cage and Penelope Cruz stayed at! So we have no other option then to wait what Magda will offer as an alternative. I hope someone will journey at least to Ithaka. Me and Sylva are both upset. We are considering to hire a cruise boat. In the worst case scenario, I´m willing to put a dead cat behind their doors as a way of pay back! (only kidding. I love cats) PS: I forgot to mention an old guy in Argostoli yesterday. He rode a motorbike in the tiny streets of town, with both feet dislocated to each side in such a way that he nearly took us down. We saw him once more while having our Moussaka dinner. I´m going to make myself another coffee to calm down. We spent most of the afternoon at our beach, Sylva then went to cook macaroni and just when I was taking a shower, she started to yell at me to have a look at this, that it´s worth it. Then she brought a wooden spoon to the bathroom. It was covered with red ants! The tap water tastes like if it came from the huge plastic barrels on the rooftop, plus it´s warm like a piss. I wrote a postcard to George, so that he wasn´t sad I forgot all about him. In the evening, we are thinking of visiting the “high street” for some fun (most probably we won´t find it). Finally!!! They brought us a new toilet paper, we were starting to panic! Sylva ate already a second pack of chocolate Caprice tubes. I hope that lazy Magda will organize some trip for us, Ithaka would do. A minute ago we were in Dolphins to do some shopping. We had an ice cream and can of fruit beer while sitting on the kerb in front of the store, doing what we do the best. Watching.  So far it proved to be the only way we could entertain ourselves while being here, and also the only way how to nourish our social bonds with locals. Sylva went to cool down in the sea, while I rested on the terrace. It´s fiercely hot and I´m falling into a swoon. I wish I could make a trip to Samos to see George!
We had a quiet evening at the rooftop today, having one bottle of wine, then went off for a new one to Dolphins, and then we chatted and chatted, until the horrible moment when tens of cicadas rushed out on us. At first, I thought they were cute little baby mice only to realize a second later, they were the ugly flying beasts that make so much noise. They run so fast!!! Since then, we keep on checking every pillow, blanket, bag, curtains....I hope we won´t suffocate here tonight, because we shut all the doors and windows as if expecting heavy air raids. Oh boy, what a dangerous holiday!!!

18th July
Today, after a breakfast, we set off again to our little beach that was crowded with Russians like with cockroaches. There was also a man we started calling Mr Turtle. After that we went home to have some rest, to eat and then continued in sunbathing. There was some British/French guy at the beach that was as white as a director of lime factory. Before he left, he stood in the middle of the beach and started changing into his underwear (under the towel) in the plane sight of all onlookers, as if nothing mattered. I think it´s rather weird when he had plenty caves or crevices to hide behind. Then his giant umbrella flew through the air just to dig into sand 10 cm from me with its sharp spike!!! Now we are stuffing our faces with salami, even though we are heading off to High street for some dinner. We want to check all possible tour agencies, because to the simple question “if there are any other tour operators in the area”, our delegate texted back “Unfortunately, I don´t know about any” without as much as offering us some other alternative. And as to the Russians, she told us there are no Russians whatsoever! She can go and dig herself in Lixouri! In the evening, we went off into high street and to our surprise, we discovered not only many tavernas, bars and shops, but mainly! – two cruise agencies that were offering tours around the island and further. Hurray!  We sat down in a quite pleasant tavern Nefeli, while being served by Kostas. Sylva had grilled sea bream and me a Kefalonian meet pie. It was all perfect, although we were overcoming our tiredness (the previous night finished at 2 am). Now we are heading off to bed and tomorrow starts with meeting Magda. We will show her!!!!


some lovely dinner at NEFELI tavern
19th July
Now we met Magda and told her about our private investigation. She seemed happy to be informed about those possibilities. We booked a one day tour around Kefalonia.  We bought tickets from an older British lady with a tattoo on her shoulder, whom we obviously disturbed from reading her Norwegian detective book. It cost us 31 EU, but we are pleased with ourselves. We discovered a shop in town that sells everything half price comparing to Dolphin, which sucks. Magda kept telling us about her quite hectic and grim beginning of the season. She had to deal with an 80 year old man, who died the first day after arrival. They found him dead in his room next day. Poor guy, he didn´t even have much fun. She said, she had to bring a father and his daughter to hospital yesterday, so another calamity /not as much for her, as for the girl/ Thank God, me and Sylva are still doing fine! There was a Greek guy on the beach today, who reminded me of Osama bin Laden. He wore a weird shaved army haircut and a thick beard of a terrorist, but fortunately, he had his son with him. They were only looking for pebbles inside those caves. I hope. There was a big uproar in the adjoining villa. The Russians were screaming at each other. The hysterical female screaming kept on going for at least ten minutes non-stop. Well, you can´t say we would be bored in here. I´m starting to catch some tan already! There is a 60´s Beatles and Rollings Stones night in one town bar, but Sylva doesn´t want to stay up too long, as we have to be at Dolphin´s at 9am, where we should be picked up by bus. I hope it won´t be full of Russians and drunk Brits. We were on the beach up until 2pm and now we´re having little siesta. I tasted my first tzatziky, yum yum! Oh yeah, we saw an ugly cicada outside the house today. It must have been the baby, as it still dragged its cocoon behind. They are really creepy bugs! Magda destroyed our theory. I thought that cicadas chirp when they move their wings because of the heat. According to her theory, they rattle in the attempt to provoke the female cicadas to come over and have sex with them. I guess they are very lusty, as they rattle all day long! But, who knows where Magda took this information. Her knowledge of the island proved to be quite lacking in accuracy,lately. Soo, there was no 60´s party – we put on some clothes, put make up on – and set off to Ionian tavern, where I had amazing Kefalonian Lamb Kleftiki and Sylva grilled squid. Now we´re back home. Whole my body burns like hell, I think I overdid it a bit with sunbathing. I have only 100 EU left, I have to stop spending so much! I´m very curious at tomorrow´s trip. Hopefully, they will deliver us back home safely.

20th July
The morning begun by us running after a bus from Dolphin. It drove and drove....until we were perplexed as to could we be standing in the wrong place? The fat little lady got off the bus when we made it to the door, and told us that they would turn around and pick us up. We called her Edna Bedna (as one animated character). She was quite chatty British lady who knew a lot (and I mean LOT) about the island. She´s lived in Kefalonia for 23 years, maybe that´s why. She didn´t shut her mouth for 5 long hours. Not once. We drove through Argostoli along the mountain roads. Our driver Dimitris drove like a God. The way he turned around the bends was unbelievable. The first stop was at Myrtos baylooking down the hill onto the beach, where part of the Captain Corelli´s Mandolin was directed. Magda told us, there is a very dangerous current that keeps on pulling you into the sea and the sandy undertow keeps pushing you back. There must be a life guard at watch all the time. The water was turquoise blue, almost translucent. I could stand and watch it for ages, that´s how breath taking it was. Then we arrived to Assos, which was a small harbour town similar to Kokkari. It had these lovely tiny multicoloured houses set on the hill, bright doors and even brighter pink bugenvileas growing on every corner. It was extremely hot and we had to quickly hide in some shades and have an ice cream to cool out. Magda told us to buy some honey from the local 90 year old man, who keeps his beehives high up in the mountains. The harbour was very small but fascinatingly beautiful. There was few people on the pebble beach, but not many. Some young Greek guy with a white scarf on his head was scrubbing the doors with salt, and some older man was checking up on him from the venetian balcony. The old honey man stood under a huge tree, all clothed in ragged clothes, dirty and filthy, with his old hands covered in grey dust. I felt sorry for him, working his butt of for few coins. I bought a small jar of honey. He didn´t speak any English, he just took my money but he didn´t have any change, so I had to give him exact amount. Sylva then told me “did you notice that snot on his shirt?” Fortunatelly, I did not. Cos if I did, he probably wouldn´t sell me anything. But at least I can be proud of owning a real Assos honey, made with love and care of an old man who doesn´t have time to waste on cleaning his nose! Next stop (after we climbed up the incredibly dodgy bends) was to be Fiskardo. We drove about 20 minutes through a mountain resort, then dropped down to a harbour size of Kokkari. There were tens of beautiful little shops and bars, but we didn´t have much time to walk around, as we had a limited time to have our lunch. We sat next to the boats in Captain´s Cabin tavern, for some lasagne and pizza. There was a colossal Onassis style yacht on our side, and there was an old man with another few old guys joining him one by one. (One, who looked like some British colonizer in a straw hat) passed by his boat and had to come back, as he lost his way, then sat down next to the first chap and stared in front of him for another hour with open mouth. There was about 4 guys altogether, none of them talking to each other at all. Funny way of spending time with buddies!  After that we hurried back to the bus, without as much as buying any souvenirs, then left off for Melissani caves. Sylva didn´t join me, as she is scared of the closed up places. This was an underground lake the size of a huge swimming pool, with the roof that let the sun light in, which created amazing light on the water surface. The water was cold only 15 degrees and I believe, pretty deep too. I sat on a little dingy with another people, and our dark Greek Cháron drove us through the caves to the very end, while paddling and singing some Greek anthems. It felt tranquil and peaceful, and slightly colder then outside, which was refreshing. When outside, we had time to buy some souvenirs, I got a small black handbag for my evening dress. Sylva then fed a small hungry cat with the leftover pizza. The cat must have thought it´s Christmas. After this stop followed another cave, Drogarati, which I didn´t want to see as much, so we spent all spare time by shopping. I finally discovered a ceramic store where they sold baking bowls for my Moussaka!!! The trip then continued into the Robola valley with the most famous church of St. Gerasimo. It´s the patron saint of all Kefalonia and many sick people and adorers come here to pray. Robola wine factory was just behind it, so we came in for a short excursion and wine tasting. I have to say, the whole crowd of British travellers behaved perfect, they were mostly older couples from decent backgrounds. The only trouble we had was a British family of four, whose little offspring Emily kept annoying us with her screams all along the way. The only time when she didn´t scream was when she fell asleep with exhaustion or was fed with yet another bag of Taytos. I didn´t hear ¾ of Edna Bedna´s speech due to her. On the way back we got separated into two buses, one of which went straight to Lassi, and another back to Skala. We got Manolis instead of Dimitris, which made us sad and frustrated, but we tipped him off each with few bobs.
We still went to the Costa Costa in the evening, naively thinking we will catch up on the beach party that was here during the day. We went to Nefeli to have some starters at least. Kostas brought us Souzokakia meat balls in tomato sauce and for me couple of vegetarian spring rolls, and we also tasted some feta cheese spread on bread and few slices of melon. Then we ran by the adjoining bar (to avoid the omnipresent obtrusive guy called George), who kept waving at us every day when we were passing on the street in the attempt to invite us for a drink.


the famous Myrtos beach from above
Assos village

In Fiskardo....siesta time
Melissani caves with the Nymph´s lake
21st July
We took a swim right in the morning as a part of a weight loosing programme. Then we ate very healthy breakfast.(Only 1% fat yoghurt!!!!) So no Moussakas or pies or lasagnas for me! We have a plan of either going to Costa Costa or to Argostoli in the evening. So, in the end, we chose to go to Argostoli to see the lighthouse. The scenic route along the coast is amazing. We walked on a sunlit road surrounded by hills and sea on each side, with the sunset slowly settling in. We noticed a little straw hut at Kalamati beach, so we went to investigate it. It was left abandoned for now, with only one couple watching the sunset. It looked as if belonging to some aboriginal tribe or at least bunch of Jamaicans who got too carried away when building their straw house. After that we continued on our route, where we met the Cerberus dogs. In the daylight they turned out to be just three cute puppies, that wouldn´t harm a fly. Someone was approaching is from behind. An old man rode a bicycle and kept ringing its bell, while barking like a dog. You never know what kind of madness will come into your way. We also met several runners, it seems some of the Greeks try keep in shape (about 1% of the population of Kefalonia anyway). By the time we reached the lighthouse, it was already dark and we barely saw its silhouette. There were still some people around, some fishermen and a lady with cat and dog sitting in unison by the stony banks. When finally in Argostoli (after 2 hours of walk), we went to Diana´s for dinner. I had beef stifado. Very delicious! When we walked through the streets of the city, we were quite amazed at the amount of people in the streets and bars. The first time we went here, there was no one around, it almost looked like a ghost town. This city lived at night, that´s what we realized! We met our neighbours from Koukla villa,then we climbed up the road towards our home. (Sylva used the gardens of Argostoli national park for toilet stop, sorry guys). We were tired and slept like two babies. PS: the landlady must have grabbed my night dress when doing her chores. I will have to come to her and say “enschuldigen sie bitte, eine nacht schwartze dress?”, as she only speaks German.


St. Gerasimo

22nd July
This morning started by early swim again, which is rather refreshing, even though you don´t feel like jumping into a cold water as soon as you get up on your feet. Sylva is cooking our breakfast now. She´s stirring the eggs. We are only left with 3 days, so we are slowly planning on how to spend them most effectively. It´s quite windy outside and at night I had a feeling I sensed slight earth moves. Considering the wind and big waves that we have, I pray that tsunami won´t sweep us away. That would be the last straw. We went to Costa Costa where we grabbed the chairs in the first row and spent there about two hours until we were washed away into the fifth row. The waves were amazingly huge and just perfect for some frolicking. It was 6pm when we were packing up our stuff. I underestimated the sun again. Now I´m forced to put Total yoghurt on my burnt face (the good advice of Zakynthos inhabitants). We stopped in Zorba´s pub on our way back, where we made friends with Cristos from behind the bar. He told us about his army service of 18 months in Pythagoras, Samos and about how he had to carry a heavy loaded gun mashine on his shoulders for about 5 hours each day, all that without a single drop of water. Greek army sucks! We ordered some Kebabs to go and off we went. Now we are sitting on our terrace, drinking wine and munching on Caprice chocolate tubes, yum yum. If I should pick up on the characters from the beach, I would mention a girl with a strapless swimming bra who was holding on to it while several huge waves rushed over her head, and she had a trouble to get up and catch breath. Everytime she took one, another huge elephant wave came right over her head. It was funny, but at one time I was considering to jump for her and save her (not sure why I didn´t. Maybe because it was so funny to watch her) Anyway...the night dress was found. Our landlady mixed it into the bed sheets when washing them. The song “This girl is on fire” keeps playing in my head over and over for some reason.


23rd July
Today we were heading off to legendary Ithaka! We stood by Dolphin´s supermarket in the attempt to catch our Panem tour bus on time. It arrived 20 minutes late and to our surprise, it was driven by our sweet little Dimitris, so we weren´t really that angry. When driving through the narrow street of Argostoli, we got jammed in by a female driver in front of us, who parked her car in the middle of the road. Dimitris tried to honk her out, but she was probably too busy shopping. Then we saw her rushing in and driving off. The three police guys on the motorbike were waving at her from behind and making her speed off pretty fast. We changed a driver outside Argostoli, and several more people joined our bus. We took off to Agia Efimia, where we got onto the boat landing in the harbour. Claire (The British tattoo star) told us, the capacity of Romatika boat is 200 people. I wasn´t so sure if we´re not number 201, as the boat seemed rather overcrowded even before we entered. While everyone around was nicely seated already, me and Sylva took refuge in front of the captain´s cabin on the upper deck. The view was best from here anyways! It was steered by an old “Sea wolf” and a handsome younger guy. As to my information up to date, the old guy was called Dionisis and his son was Makis. So let´s refer to them like that to avoid confusion. The crew members didn´t end there. They had a young Greek girl to translate all information given by an older British lady who reminded us of Edna Bedna, but was called Vanna. We slowly scrambled along the coast towards Fiskardo, where we took on another crowd of hungry-for-excitement tourists. Then we slowly made our way to Gidaki beach, the only problem was that the boat didn´t land on the beach but close enough for us to swim there. As it was rather cloudy and windy until now, we didn´t feel like swimming and then walking in Vathy in our wet swim suit on. Most of the people jumped headlong in, one woman didn´t  even bother taking off her t-shirt and swam around in it. (she swam even when everyone was back on the boat and Makis had to honk to get her out of there). There were several funny characters there of course, as usual. An older British man with a textile hat and Bermudas with pineapples, whom we called Hunter Pampalini (cartoon character), and then a Greek lady who believed to reincarnate into Rose from Titanic, while she posed for photos in the rear of the ship. There were also mother with her daughter, who had vamp eyebrows that Sylva adored and kept asking me if she should have it done too. I told her not to, if she doesn´t want to look like a serial killer. The journey to Ithaka was long and tiring, but gorgeous. There were high mountains all around us, making a shield of never ending measures, opening up their passage to us like a welcoming embrace. The wind kept slowing us down, but we fought against it like an icebreaker that fights off the bergs. Sylva was cold and as she looked into the captain´s cabin, Dionisis noticed her clenched teeth and called her inside to warm up. I stayed on the deck making more photos, not knowing what was to come. He walked out from the cabin after few minutes calling me “Tereza, Tereza”! and gesturing at me to get in. When I did, I was horrified for split of a second. Sylva was steering the whole boat by herself, sitting in the captain´s chair!!!! I immediately realized the lives of 140 people are in her hands. Mr Pampaliny kept turning around to see Sylva behind the wheel and nervously smiled at her. I think I saw a glimpse of fear in his eyes (or was that a minute consideration of jumping over board?) When I gathered myself, I could enjoy the scenery again. I saw a tall white cliffs from which the poet Sapho jumped to her death. And then we finally arrived to the fabulous Ithaka´s main city, Vathy. We started our tour by a creamy pistachio and coconut ice cream, then went around the town and its little streets and shops. There wasn´t many people, I guess we arrived in the siesta peak time, when even dogs were under the table. Only silly tourists were parading themselves in the hottest time of the day on the banks of the city! We made it to a lovely Spanish style citadel where I made some photos of Sylva next to a white combi. When leaving the scene, I grabbed onto the back door to open it, but the whole backside cracked and fell down only hanging on one little hinge. I run off  as a guilty school girl, but we both cried with laughter. Sylva went back to repair the damage. Sylva then ordered a gyros to go, while I kept browsing through the tiny streets and shopping for my presents. I got a beautiful bottle opener with a bronze cock (the bird)on top. It was only few euros and I needed to bring myself something from Ithaka, the home of Odyseus, whom I´ve read about in the book of Greek myths and fables. Sylva was considering buying expensive pearl ring that exceeded the 90 EU price tag, but she did resist the temptation in the end. There was an ivory white bust of Odyseus in the main square and some other Greek god or hero (with the body of God anyway). Sylva mentioned that this is a real Greek man! No wonder, after seeing so many guys with the pot belly of a pregnant woman. After hour and  a half, we embarked again, only to set off back home. The same route applied, only with one more visit, which was Kioni town. They told us we can swim there, but the beach was devastatingly tiny and the area around the pier didn´t look very appealing with all those sweaty tourists jumping on each other´s head and circling in the water right next to cruisers. So we decided to stay off this time and went for a stroll through town instead. When returning back, it was so hot, that even I attempted to ignore the rather squeezed conditions of our “swimming pool”. I discovered a little bush on the side of the pier, behind which was an accessible hillside leading straight into the sea. It wouldn´t be impossible. So I took off my shirt and shorts, while Sylva stood above my head and kept assuring herself that I´m not doing anything stupid. I insisted it´s fine, and that everything looks just perfect, until the moment when I noticed about twenty black sea hedgehogs in the water that I was just about to step in to. Quite horrified, I put my clothes back on and told Sylva to drag me out. Forgot to mention the bush smelled like the only tree in town where everyone goes to take a leak! So that was the end to my swimming. We stood in the heat on the pier, waiting for another boat to leave before our little ship with three little poor sailors could re-enter. After Kioni, we took the Ionian sea by storm! The boat was sailing fast now, dashing ahead like hundreds of horses, being constantly washed away by giant sprinkles of the sea and several showers that covered the lower deck, forcing the inhabitants of the area to lift their arse and shift to a much safer zone (well deserved!)We left our Dionisis captain in Fiskardo, as that´s where he lived, and then went back on the wide sea with the sun leaning into our back and the wind throwing our hair into a funny mess. The whole boat quivered everytime it dipped into a massive swing,leaving us feeling like on a roller coaster. Now I felt like Rose standing on tip of the Titanic! Makis was now the only responsible captain on the boat and he steered it damn well. He could easily manoeuvre back and forth while landing backwards, with a Marlboro hanging from his lips, as if it all was just a toy. Me and Sylva watched the way he does it. Both of us kept hanging around after everyone left the boat and headed for the bus (I recalled vaguely that we were supposed to go to the right and 300 metres), but I needed to take some pictures of the cabin! When he walked out from behind us, he spread his long arms and said “My job finished for today, girls. Tomorrow you come”, and smiled at us with his broad teeth, hiding behind sunglasses. Sylva patted him on the shoulder, giving him thumbs up for today´s rodeo sail. When he noticed I´m taking photos of the cabin from the outside, he suggested I go in and take as many pictures as I like. So that´s when Sylva immortalised me sitting behind the helm. Makis looked at us and asked if we want picture /me and her/ together. So I said “Only with you”, and he agreed. He arranged for some leftover British couple to take our picture. Then we left Makis behind and run for our lives to catch the bus, but didn´t have a clue in which direction. Everyone seemed to be gone at once! As we frantically looked around in the middle of the crossroad (there were 4 possible ways to go), the British couple who took our photo previously, now smiled at us and explained which way to go. Thank God for British tourists!!!! We run like two harebrained muppets along the harbour (around official Captain Corelli´s tavern) and around Makis and his boat (hopefully he didn’t  notice us), and up to our bus, where everybody waited  for us! (AGAIN). Then Manolis drove us home. We encountered a pack of wild goats on the road in mountains,some of them tried to escape by creeping under the guardrails and couldn´t fit). We nearly forgot t get off the bus at Dolphin´s. Once there, all in one piece, we set off to Ionian for a piece of hot heavenly manna, a Moussaka in a clay bowl! (not as good as Samos one, but one step behind). Then we shopped for some souvenirs, said hi to our lovely Kostas from across the road, and went to buy a teddy bear. My one is called Fiskardo, Sylva´s one is Kostas Cristos. It was quite dark outside and the storm was coming. I could see the lightning approaching and one shopkeeper went berserk and run into her shop shouting that the brime storm is coming and everyone thought it´s the end of the world. I realized later on at home, that she didn´t mean brime storm, but rain storm. Greeks sometimes pronounce things with a funny accent, you just have to get used to it. It slowly started to drizzle, but ever so gently, you couldn´t even notice it. However, we decided to take refuge next door in Zorba´s, where several guys took on a dancing sessions and performed some stunts like picking up a little glass of ouzo (while having hands on the floor) and grabbing it into their mouth, then drinking the contents, all accompanied by loud cheers and clasping of the hands in the rhythm of a Greek song. Cristos showed up as well, but was at work, so didn´t have much time to talk to us, but he came over to the dull barmaid and told her to give us another drink of our choice for gratis, which she couldn´t handle and looked at us in quite unsympathetic  manner, as if we came to steal her husband-to-be. We only had two small pints of Alpha beer, then set off for home and went to bed. At 3.30 am the earth shook! Me and Sylva both woke up frightened to death, as we were woken up from sleep by sound of shaking bed and wooden cabinets and the terrible moving sensation where you feel like the whole world around you will crumble. I instinctively held on to the bed rails as if clinging to something solid. The earthquake took only about few seconds, then another wave came, but this time we knew what it was and weren´t as petrified. We were told that this could have been on the 2-3 of Richter´s scale. No matter how much I wanted to experience the sensation of an earthquake, I do not wish to do it again. Once was enough, thank you.


on a way to Ithaka

Vathy, Ithaka
new captain in charge!

with Makis Palikisianos, our real captain...
24th July
 This morning begun as the terror of cicadas! I was inside attempting to change from my swimsuit when I saw Sylva running around the terrace like possessed by demons shouting “she´s here” she´s here”. It only took me few seconds to realize whom she means. She was talking of cicada that kept chasing her back and forth. The sea was slightly clogged by sea pooh poop (as we call it) and with grass. I saw Mr Turtle swimming around, so I turned to Sylva and told her “Mr Turtle is here”, but she probably didn´t hear the MR part and started happily (like a child) look around for turtle, but could see none, until I explained to her, that I meant Mr Turtle. What a terrible disappointment! When walking up the path to our house, one crazy cicada flew on my ear and I started screaming and running up the hill. If anyone saw us that day, they would think we are nuts. Now we are cooking some pasta with tuna and cheese, in a desperate attempt to get rid of the leftovers. After this we went on to the beach until 7pm and then went home. We put on our best clothes and done our make ups to go among the civilised men and women. We ended up in Nefeli, chatting to Kosta, who gave us lessons on earthquakes and comforted us that these ones are just small and insignificant, as they are used to have them here 2000 x in a month and some of them on the scale of up to 6 grades. We ordered Taramasalata, the best thing I´ve tried. It´s eggs fish mashed with some white soft bread, with adding of olive oil and lemon, but it definitely has the wow effect, as it looks so ordinary on the plate, but tastes so good on the palate! We chatted some more, while he kept serving other tables, but it was good to be cared for. Then we said our goodbyes and left off for home.
Over all, the whole stay in Kefalonia was full of fun and the island is definitely worth visiting, even though I missed the charm of Kokkari town and the promenade. Apart from that, we saw everything we wanted to see, and experienced mostly things we enjoyed (excluding an earthquake), and apart from taking a ride on a giant rubber banana dragged behind a boat, I think I fulfilled my dream of this year´s holiday. I even made some friends, which is above my expectations.


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