Mavrovouni Beach – the sea and me
By Helen Grubner. Filed in Uncategorized |
Mavrovouni Beach
Firstly, my apologies to those of you who found nothing new to read on my site with your morning coffee. Unfortunately, yesterday my Internet crashed and I lost the draft of what I had written before I could publish it – can’t tell you the frustration it caused me! Never mind, better late than never.
As I said I would, ventured out the night before to find a good Restaurant serving fresh local fish – there are many, however, liked very much the one I found, Restaurant Poulikakos. Feasted on Barbounakia (small red mullet) – six of them all laid out beautifully on the plate, accompanied with patates tiganetes (fries cooked in olive oil, of course), a simple salad of domates, kremethi and elies (tomato, red onion and olives) and a little psomi (bread) which is always so crusty and yummy – I can’t resist it.
Yesterday at 0800 hours I embarked on a 2 kilometre walk to Mavrovouni Beach. Going at my usual casual pace, I arrived there about one hour later. Another very long sandy beach and at that time, totally deserted. Lay down to enjoy my first true sunbathing session – how good it feels to have the sun on your body and to be in such beautiful surroundings. With possessions in hand, went for a walk further along the beach until I came to a spot where I felt I was ready to take my first plunge into the crystal clear blue waters. Made it in up to my waist only, still a tad too cold for me. As I recall it was the 1st of June 3 years’ ago before I had my first swim here in Greece so maybe I will have to wait a little longer.
It was a hot road for my walk back to Gythio. Stopped around the half way point for one of those Magnum type white chocolate ice creams. An upper road through the town was also welcome – away from the traffic and crazy Greek drivers.
Costas telephoned around midday in very high spirits to say he was back home on Spetses. He had heard that airports in the U.K. were again closed and he was afraid of becoming stranded in Munich so changed his flight to an earlier one at great expense, arrived in Athens to find he had missed the last hydrofoil to Spetses and so again, at great expense, he had taken a taxi I presume to Kosta on the mainland and a ferry home from there. I understand he is missing me.
Last evening returned to Restaurant Poulikakos for a meal of Makaronia with Kima (spaghetti bolognese). Very tasty, I only wish they would serve me smaller meals which I ask for – a plate piled high with more than I can manage I find off putting and of course, a lot of good food is wasted.
I will spend today around the town, a few things I must do – awaiting of course the news tonight as to whether or not I will be on my way to Crete tomorrow. Trying to think positive, however, if it doesn’t eventuate then I will take a bus to Areopolis which isn’t too far away, spend a week working my way up through the Mani to Kalamata, in the hope that the ferry will operate from there next Thursday.
Wednesday, May 19th 2010 at 7:07 am |
Good evening Helen (7pm NZ time)
Thanks once again for the update on your travels. The restaurant with the small red mullets etc sounds nice and I totally agree re the spaghetti bolognaise and the amount of food piled on the plate. There is nothing worse and as you say off putting. Another beautiful day here in Wangavegas. I made a trip over to see my Mum in Marton. Took her to the dentist over there, she bit in to a ‘nut bar’ and broke half her tooth. Still I guess at almost 90 she is lucky to still have teeth haha. Bless her. Tomorrow Parliament will submit their 2010 Budget!!…………watch this space especially the GST! I have to share a joke with you:-
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Electric Train
A few days after Christmas, a mother was working in the kitchen listening to her young son playing with his new electric train in the living room. She heard the train stop and her son said, “All of you sons of bitches who want off, get the hell off now, cause this is the last stop! And all of you sons of bitches who are getting on, get your asses in the train, cause we’re going down the tracks.”
The mother went nuts and told her son, “We don’t use that kind of language in this house. Now I want you to go to your room and you are to stay there for TWO HOURS. When you come out, you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice language.”
Two hours later, the son comes out of the bedroom and resumes playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son say, “All passengers who are disembarking from the train, please remember to take all of your belongings with you. We thank you for riding with us today and hope your trip was a pleasant one. We hope you will ride with us again soon.” She hears the little boy continue, “For those of you just boarding, we ask you to stow all of your hand luggage under your seat. Remember, there is no smoking on the train. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today.”
As the mother began to smile, the child added, “For those of you who are pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the bitch in the kitchen .
Well my friend, sounds like Costas is missing you, I sense some romance in the air here, but feel free to correct me if I am wrong lol
Safe travels
Love
Phyl