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MATALA...... A PARTY TOWN IN SUMMER.... BUT IT WAS EMPTY WHEN WE GOT THERE....
It was getting late and we needed to find a motel: We drove to the nearby town of Matala. We were surprised at how deserted it looked. We drove up one street that had little hotels and guest house and even looked at one of the rooms. We didn't really mean to look at any room but the lady/owner was sweeping her drive way and stopped us when we drove back out the street. She insisted on showing us a room. It was 35 Euros but I didn't want to stay there as it had no view and the room smelled very strongly of bleach.
We drove in to the far area feeling a bit strange about going in. We saw an open Taverna I got out of the car and asked the owner if she knew of a motel and mimed sleeping.... she said " a rrroom? (trilling the R") I said yes.... She pointed up a steep driveway and said ugh...then mimed a right turn with a grunted ugh and then mimed straight again...... OK ... we are on our way.... I let David know I'll be right back and ran up the hill...turned right then again straight..... a lady was standing under an apartment balcomy drying her hair with a towel.
After we brought up our suitcases we decided to go find an internet and get dinner. We found an internet down towards the other end of town in a bar. The bar was crowded with locals... I felt like a meany when one of the kids had to stop playing on the computer for a paying customer.... I typed for about 45 minutes and David offered to go find a place to eat.... First he ran down to the little taverna we had seen when we first came but it was closed for meals. He found a snack bar kind of place about 1/2 block from the bar I was at.
We walked down.... just before we walked in David warned me that there was a huge group of men sitting around a table singing and they were probably drunk.