The first Thomson holidaymakers were about 40 minutres from landing, and we were having a Thunderstorm. They were close to getting a free bumpy excursion around the Sporades thunderclouds, and closer still to getting another excursion down to Athens.
However the clouds parted and the Blue Boeing 757 gently descended over the harbour. An hour later it soared into the sky with a roar from the Rolls Royce turbofans, as it banked towards Skopolos. A few minutes later a Transavia Boeing 737 flew out, probably after crew training as their day here on the rock is Monday.
The pilots are clearly having fun powering out as they return empty to the UK and Amsterdam. So was I watching them ...
Papadamatis street was busy, the shops were open again. Postcards circa 1975 somewhat faded and dated by the ageing boats and caiques in evidence, have made their annual return to the daylight in faded glory and hope of a purchase.
'Tattooed tourists' were soon dining on bacon fry ups at Nikos cafe after their early start, and frowning at our Greek friends who were enjoying a noisy banter. The Greeks watching the strangers pass, were frowning back at the british obsession for body art, and football shirts.
Our tribe are so different from the smartly dressed Dutch, who seem so orderly in appearance and the way they conduct themselves. But of course there are always some who do not conform in all walks of life.
I enjoyed my first bacon roll of the year, and a beer, and a chat whilst junior tried to work out how to break the new milk bottle i had bought. Today the pharmacist said there were no teats, as there was a problem at the factory. I think the problem is somewhere nearer to home and cashflow and saving on orders.
Its been warm and a little humid today, lets see what tomorrow brings ...