The next morning was spent transporting 55 L of diesel from the village back to the dinghy then across to the boat.
Oh what fun I had.
That night we went ashore for a wander, an ouzo aperetif and a meal.
It would seem that its part holiday town for the Greeks and Bulgarians.
Being about 5 miles offshore felt a bit like Rothesay, but no Big Mags or fish & chips to be found.
The hills up and down which I had to lug the diesel . You can just glimpse Camira at anchor in the distance.
A pretty little square for ouzo’s
Anyone seen “Blazing Saddles ?
After a lot of investigation on Trip Advisor had Louise found the Kermit Coloured Taverna above. All meals were prepared fresh and the Mousaka was apparently the overwelmingly poular choice ……. however they only served these options at lunchtime. Night time was a la Carte so we had to make do with good ‘ol Souvlaki – very nice it was too. We should have known when no one else was in it but the guy was very nice and apologetic ?
Elsewhere the cats waiting hopefully for their “a la cat” dinner too.
