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sunny 32 °C

Our last night on Folegandros and I'm not ashamed to say we again visited #souvlakiclub for probably the best Gyros in the universe. Absolutely delicious!


We also climbed up towards the church of panagia after dark to take some starlit photos. We head back into the town square and I again have to tell Emma (stalker) Thompson star of stage, screen and Hollywood, to leave me alone and stop following us from Island to island.

The next morning starts amusingly for me as I hear a proper girly scream come from the bathroom as Jo accidentally finds out I was the last one in the shower which I absent mindedly left on the body jet spray setting. Tee hee!

We get a ride from the hotel to the port and we're again on Hellenic seaways sea jet 2 bound for our last island this trip, Santorini.

Google maps lets us down again as we end up walking too far and missing our Hotel in Santorini and having to about turn and descend many steps with our back pack cases in a very sticky 32 degrees. Complimentary drinks and a dip in the pool sort us out no end. A relax, a wander, a shop. some sunset watching and a meal is planned to fill the rest of the day.

Posted by mickyt 09:53 Archived in Greece Tagged santorini firostefani hellenic_seaways_seajet2 Comments (0)

How many beaches in one day?

A bit hairy

sunny 26 °C

We hired a little Fiat 500. Chalk that up as 1 - 0 to Jo as my quad bike suggestion fell by the wayside. Car packed with all sorts to cover every conceivable outcome and eventuality the day could throw at us, off we set armed with the usual trusty fold out tourist road map with not a single useful ounce of detail on it and you can forget about anything being to scale. "Look" I said, "The map's only detailed one road". "That's because there only is one road" replied Jo. "Folegandros is only 12km long from end to end". She's right of course but how does she know these things? "They told us in the car hire place, remember?" I must admit to being slightly preoccupied when we were getting the car, thinking how much the guy serving us looked a lot like James Blunt with glasses. "Here's the keys to your Fiat 500, she's beautiful."


First we visited the port where we'd arrived by ferry and we checked out the beach called Vardia to the left of the port.


Immediately to the right of the port is chochlidia beach


which we strolled along then climbed to observe the beaches of Latinaki, Vitsentsou and Pountaki.


A short drive further on we arrived for a look at Livadia beach but this was not our destination. Oh no that would be too easy. Instead we drove to Livadi village - two houses, two donkeys, some goats and a dusty track. We parked up, found a good use for the useless map as we covered the steering wheel with it so I would be able to touch it with my tender hands which were still recovering from a scolding hot shower this morning!

Resembling a pack horse and Kwai Chang Caine (kung fu) - ok hands up all those old enough to remember. Both carrying various bags slung over our shoulders. Off we set down the dusty track. There was some spectacular hills and scenery all around us.


I'd abandoned flip flops in favour of trainers (Adidas Samba, light blue - classic) Sensible eh? Jo in flip flops. It's a beautiful day and a beautiful walk as we start to climb higher. We reach the peak and get our first glance over the other side. O M G! What a view. Katergo beach in all it's glory directly below us. Along way below us. A huge drop below us. 170 meters below us. How does Jo know these things? Did James Blunt tell her that as well?


We start our decent. It's single file on a narrow path of shale and what looks like pearlescent welsh green slate - nah can't be. Sheer drops down to the beach. Jo decided flip flops are probably not the most suitable for this kind of terrain so changes into her 'dolphin shoes.' OK so there's a story- when the kids were younger we took them to Florida to swim with Dolphins and we had to wear a wet suit vest and shoes. Ever since, we've called them dolphin shoes and they're damn handy for pebbly, gritty or stoney beaches oh and of course, climbing down ruddy big hills with sheer drops. We descend slowly and carefully pausing every once in a while for more photos of the spectacular view. We continue trying to avoid those really prickly hard plants and battle swarms of tiny midge like flies. At one point the path appears to totally disappear from view over an edge and we hold an immediate and impromptu high altitude team meeting and risk assessment. It's 1 against 1 in the vote to continue or not so rock, paper scissors decides that we proceed. Our very last few meters are actually the worst and we more or less slide down on our backsides. The sight of two ill equipped 50 odd year olds in their holiday hats, dolphin shoes and adidas samba (light blue - classic) trainers, scrambling down a cliff face and trying to look nonchalant as they slide onto the beach rather more quickly than they anticipated, has probably kept those already on the beach quite entertained for the last hour or so. Those being the ones that had sensibly arrived on the beach by short boat trip (15 minutes) from the port.

We change out of our sweaty, dusty and mucky bottomed shorts etc to don our cossies and immediately immerse ourselves in the soothing and refreshing South Aegean sea - bliss. We spend a lovely afternoon there and can't help empathise with the 50 odd year old French couple following in our intrepid footsteps as we try to judge whether we handled the last few meters better than them.

We probably stayed longer than intended. The thought of doing the same journey in reverse may have played on our minds. But we did, with probably more rests and pauses on the 170 meter climb back up than the descent. On the way back to our car having absolutely thoroughly enjoyed our walk and scramble we were accompanied by a dog. A brown and white Spaniel type breed. He seemed to take a bit of a shine to us as he panted alongside us. He tried to get in our car a couple of times. We shared our water with him. When it was clear to him we weren't going to let him in our car. He left us in favour of a couple on a scooter. The next time we saw them was back at chochlidia beach and the dog was still there. So he either followed them all that way or they gave him a ride, we're not sure.

Posted by mickyt 22:23 Archived in Greece Tagged folegandros chochlidia_beach latinaki_beach vitsentsou_beach katergo_beach karavostasis vardia_beach livadi_folegandros Comments (0)

A rude awakening

not the best start to a day

sunny 24 °C

So I'm getting used to this deluxe top of the range showering device. It's got jets of water coming out everywhere. Had a shower last night just with the body jets, didn't want to get my hair wet. 4 x little shower jets fire at you, with some force I might add, at different heights and adjustable angles to reach the parts other showers can't reach!! Brilliant!

Stepped bleary eyed into the bathroom this morning. Thought I'd have a shower to wake me up. Opened the cubicle doors to get the shower running and at the right temperature as it always starts freezing cold until the hot starts coming through. Woke me up alright! I forgot I was the last one in the shower and I'd got it set on body jets. 4 x freezing cold water cannons shot between the two open sliding cubicle doors and i let out this really high pitched girly scream, leaped backwards with my arms held out to try and deflect the icy blast and ended up nearly sat in the sink. Reacting quickly I shut the cubicle doors - relief. As well as me , the bathroom floor and little bath mat were sodden. It was at this point, now totally awake, alert and brain fully functional, I realised my initial reaction was only a temporary solution as 4 x water jets were splattering the inside of the two now shut sliding shower cubicle doors and I had to open them to switch the shower off. Hmmmm! I'm going to get wet again I thought. That doesn't matter I do want a shower after all. The shower's now been running long enough for it to be warm and let's face it the bathroom floor et al is already soaking, so what are you worried about Michael. I always call myself Michael when I come up with a solution where I've been a bit dim or slow on the uptake. I get ready to open the shower's double doors to leap in and quickly close them behind me before too much water settles on the bathroom floor. Following a count of three I fling the doors apart and leap into the cubicle and in almost one continuous motion close the doors behind me. I let out yet another high pitched girly scream as I realise I am now being blasted by jets of boiling hot water and I dive for cover by pressing my body against the side of the glass shower cubicle whilst simultaneously looking for the master shower control which I manage to locate and switch off the water just before my skin peels off. I'm one of those who once in the shower keeps notching up the temperature and so by the time I'd finished my shower last night it was pretty much as high as it would go and that's where I'd left it. Silly boy Michael!

Posted by mickyt 08:52 Archived in Greece Tagged folegandros Comments (0)

Are you having a laugh?

sunny 24 °C

Goodbye Milos as we take Superjet 2 to Folegandros. We take the bus from the port to the town or Chora and check-in to our digs for the next 4 nights. Our room looks great and I immediately head for the bathroom to check out the shower head situation. Are you having a laugh. Is someone taking the p***? Somebody must've heard about my fantastic business ideas, nicked them and set to work straight away installing new showers. You wanna see this one! Never seen anything like it in Greece ever! It's fixed to the wall and has jets of water coming out all over the place. I bet the fridge magnate now wants to be a shower magnate as well.


Folegandros is so delightful and picturesque. Can't wait to see more.

Posted by mickyt 07:57 Archived in Greece Tagged folegandros seajet2 Comments (0)

4th ferry and counting

overcast 22 °C

Having explored Adamas and surrounding area we thought it was time to experience a Greek bus service. The bus arrived on time but sat following a beeped horn until someone from inside the cafe came out and removed their car from the bus stop. We all boarded and then the driver promptly got off and disappeared inside the cafe himself! Eventually he came out with his coffee freddo and placed it on his dash and off we set. It wasn't a long journey to Polonia. We had a look round and sat in a beachfront cafe until the ferry for the short trip to Kimolos appeared. It's a steep walk up the hill from the port to town but nonetheless enjoyable. Kimolos is great. There's a church at the top, an old Castro ruin and lots of narrow streets. It was down one of these that we discovered a 'micro' taverna and stopped to enjoy a Greek salad lunch. After some more exploring we reversed the journey, back to Milos for dinner.


We chose a taverna along the road from the port and our table looked out from the taverna, across the road to the seafront. Just as we were tucking into our moussaka who should walk by but none other than hollywood film actress Emma Thompson. Well she wanted to stop and chat obviously but I had to insist that we were enjoying a lovely quiet meal and that perhaps she better move in. Reluctantly she obliged. After our meal we were perusing the shops when who should appear again, Emma Thompson. After sternly rebuking her for stalking me we sent her packing and headed back to ours.

Posted by mickyt 06:54 Archived in Greece Tagged #milos #adamas #trapatselis Comments (0)

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