The entrance to my hotel.
According to the map on my blog, I went over to Africa sometime during this Greek holiday. It must have been some wicket ouzo because I don’t remember anything about that trip. Wild!
Today you are going to get the pictures I was unable to capture yesterday. I will only be revisiting one of the beaches because I have been given directions to another beach that might have what I am looking for….
I was up with the birds again this morning and found out my hotel offers breakfast but it didn’t have anything I wanted.
It had corn flakes and orange juice. I wanted yogurt. No yogurt so I had a coffee (worst cup so far. The coffee is beyond yummy and this one was a typical Canadian coffee) Nothing like the richness of the Greek coffee. Okay it is the first thing about this little hotel that I haven’t liked so I thought the walk to town would do me good.
My hotels reception area. See all the keys are gone so all the rooms are full.
Headed off looking for the “Steps to the Village”. It is a more challenging walk then walking around the road ways, so I thought it would be interesting to do. Do you have any idea how many different hotel steps I went up thinking they were the real steps to the village? 5 to be exact! I climbed a lot of stairs just to discover I was in Helen’s boarding house, Hector’s Villas and Sonia Quarters. Kept on heading down to the port and low and behold there is a monument and some stairs. Bingo! I am now on the correct ones. Except they never end.
I keep going and going, and sweating and sweating. It is only 9 am but it is already 25 out. I finally arrive in the village of Hora. Now I am in tiny little cobble stones streets that are in the midst of being cleaned up from last night partiers. There is vomit, spilled booze, used condoms (I only saw one) and empty bottles every where. It is hard to believe that all that mess can happen in one evening. The women are hard at work and many of the men are sitting around smoking and working on their worry beads. Go figure!
Where you get breakfast and "coffee"
It was like a maze trying to maneuver around town. Had a lot of fun and made my way through (it took a couple of tries) but I climbed a hill that looked like it might take me to the outdoor amphitheater. It did! I could have stayed there all day.
It was so peaceful, the entire world is fast asleep down below and in the distance I can see Santorini. What a life!
Corner table is where I drank my "coffee"
After visiting the village which was just beginning to open its doors to stores and restaurants, I decide to go on my nude search. I walked down to the port and around the far church and there I was guaranteed to find what I was looking for. The only problem is that it is now 11:00 and nobody is even up. So, once again my search was a bust. It is too hot during the day to make the trek so I will just have to imagine what it might have looked like. I hear there are a few “special” beaches in Mykonos. I am beginning to feel like a real “voyeur” and think enough is enough. For now anyway!
Had another crazy idea.
I was going to rent a boat for the day and go around the island by water. Sounds like fun until I found out I was on my own. I wrecked a couple of my father’s propellers by going to close to the rocks and could see doing that for sure with a rented boat. So instead of costing me the price of the rental it would cost me 799 euros for a new propeller. So decided against it and did the most mundane thing I have done this entire trip. I went back to my hotel, put on my bikini and sat by the pool in the shade with my 30 sun block on. I was laying there enjoying myself immensely when the music started thumping and the hung over revelers came down. So I just lay there and people watch. They really are crazy some of them. They can hardly keep anything down but they are sucking back the drinks. Well, what’s a girl to do? In Rome do as the Romans do! I ordered a fresh watermelon and rum icy drink and thoroughly enjoy my lazy afternoon.
They wanted to put me in a room upstairs. I said "With this suitcase?" and they gave me a room on the first floor.
This evening I am going to get a cab and go into town to a little restaurant that is recommended in the “lonely planet” book.
I have never gone to one that they have recommended and want to just it at least once this trip. I usually ask the locals where they would eat and what they would recommend and go from there.
Looking out my balcony
I think I forgot to tell you about my dinner last night. I got so excited seeing the lady’s dress blow up (not literally) that I forgot to tell you about my meal. I asked the waiter (who happened to be the owner) what he thinks I should eat. He told me the fresh fish that he got from the fishermen this morning. Haven’t had much fish so thought, “Go for it”. He brings me a dozen grilled sardines. No heads just a lot of mid size fish. How do I eat these with my fork and knife? The waiter says “Don’t mind me I will show you how to eat…” So he picks up a sardine and splits it in two, pulls out the backbone and then tells me to eat it. But he touched my food with his fingers! He hadn’t even washed his hands.
Who knows how long it had been since he washed those hands. Where had they been? In Canada, nobody would do that. Oh ya! I’m not in Canada. So I reluctantly picked up the fish and ate it. It was delicious, dirt, germs, scales and all. I thanked him and told him I had a good handle on how to de-bone the others. I polished off my plate once again. They have an olive spread that you put on bread that is scrumptious too. In fact, what other than the coffee this morning have I not liked? Absolutely nothing!
My wee bathroom. Try having a shower in there and not getting water all over the room. That is why my bathmat is hanging outside on my balcony in the previous picture.