We had been enjoying the
combination of lazy days on the beach and long lunches in the taverna at Stoupa
so much that we decided last night we should have one more day there and make up
the time later in the trip. Like yesterday, Jane wasn’t feeling 100% and
decided she wouldn’t eat anything today.
As usual the cats turned
up first thing for their breakfast and as usual Jane obliged.
Overnight I had received
a very helpful and comprehensive email from Ken at the Photo Warehouse about Jane’s
camera. It contained a ‘Home Remedy” which he said was worth trying, but was
doubtful it would cure the problem. He went on to say that fixing the camera can only be
done under the warranty in New Zealand, but gave me the details of the Nikon
agent in Athens in case I was interested in paying to have it fixed.
Taking cheese, tomato and
bread for my lunch we headed down to the beach in Smarty again just in case a
hurried return was required.
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| Women Were Putting These Knitted Socks On The Lamp Posts |
After a lazy morning
spent reading and not much else, Jane suggested we should go to the taverna for
lunch, she would just have water and I could eat. I didn’t take much persuading
and ordered a Mythos and spaghetti carbonara. While waiting for my meal the
owner arrived on his motorbike, looked at me and said ‘you owe me money”, I
replied “yes, €1.50”, he said “no it’s more, there’s interest to pay” and
laughed. He took the €1.50.
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| Waiter Service On The Beach |
My carbonara was
delicious. The owner came over and chatted for a while, interested to learn we
were from New Zealand and not one of the English contingent there for one or
two weeks. He seemed genuinely disappointed this was our last day, probably
ruing the loss of takings. Two pieces of sweet sticky cake were produced as our
farewell gift. In the best interests of Jane's stomach, I ate her piece.
We walked next door to a
supermarket, come beach, shop where Jane had found a large parrot that we could
hear talking occasionally from the beach. I bought the day’s Daily Telegraph
and spent the afternoon on the beach reading that and doing the crossword
mentally as I didn’t have a pen.
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| Parrot |
Mid afternoon Jane felt
hungry and bought a packet of chippies to ease the pangs.
At 17:30 we decided it
was time to leave the beach for the last time. Jane visited the supermarket
while I took a closer look at the controversial footbridge. It was a very poor
job. One end was only just seated on the brickwork (hanging on by it’s finger nails,
I termed it). It looked as though whoever built it had measured the square
width of the stream but then installed the bridge on a skew. To level the
bridge transversely the end of one main beam was seated on a block of wood
while the end of the other had been notched, taking 50% of the meat out of it.
The handrail didn’t look good enough to withstand a gust of wind.
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| Footbridge Hanging On By The Skin Of Its Teeth |
At the camping ground the
cats were waiting for their evening meal which they got. I ate the bread and
cheese that I had taken to the beach for lunch. Wisely, Jane ate nothing.
We watched Tony Veitch’s
interview with Lou Vincent on Jane’s iPad. A very sad story in a lot of respects
and a stupid thing to do. However, it seems he was intimidated by “My Hero” and
that man has a lot to answer for. It will be interesting to see how things pan
out for him.
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