Friday, 28 September 2012

Stunning weather ...

Its just the best late summer weeks for years ...

Holiday makers departing today were saying their last farewells last night.  Some still bemoaning their first weeks weather - I reminded them it was four days, some of the rain overnight, and that they were still sporting scorching tans - and they agreed ...

My usual 'stay another week' was being met with some encouragement  ...

To be honest the island is shutting up shop and its crazy. The weather is beautiful, high 20's, and it feels even warmer. Hardly a breeze, the sea like a sheet of glass. Its like May has returned to the island.

Today we have just 300 arrivals from the UK, another 300 from Scandinavia tomorrow, and a plane load of Austrians for the final week of the season.

Last night, I rested my twisted ankle, and cramp attacked calf (Courtesy of a Kastani wasp on Tuesday) Exchanged pleasantries, assisted with a departure via FC5 this morning, and wrote a 'how to get to the airport in Athens' - 'directions from Volos guide' on a note of paper. This for someone who cannot get a flight back to the UK from Skiathos.

There has not been a seat available to the UK online, since 21st September, there are eight people on standby today, who will probably still be here tonight. Many of the reps are heading out today too, ready for distant warmer climes this winter.

Stathis the horse and cart man, and purveyor of fine tomatos, sat for a chat, crossed the road and returned with a coffee for me. I raised a glass to Sakis across a very empty street. Cars parked everywhere including in the taxi rank, where a long line of taxis snaked, along the paralia waiting for trade.

The taxi driver, I call the 'Tasmanian devil' has given up screaming and shouting at tourists, over parking. He now takes his frustrations out on his mates, as he insists they roll their cars a few centimetres, so he can join the taxi umbilical cord.

This 'Tazzy' certainly has more teeth
and to the best of my knowledge, does not rant with a cigarette hanging from his mouth ...

Surely after all these years, he must realise, someone has to get in a taxi, before they can move up. So he screams, shouts gesticulates like a footballer appealing for a penalty, leans on the car horn. Just like the tourists, his colleagues do not look up from their backgammon Olympics, and seem to ignore him too ...

Returning the frappe glass, I was called to order, by some island friends. In my trance like state, I had not noticed them sitting there saying 'Kalo Taxidi' to the girls, heading off to the rain lashed shores of the UK for a well earned break.

Looking up, the sixth moon cycle, of the summer, that i have witnessed, is nearing its fullness. In the next few days, it will wane and pass, just as summer here on the rock is doing the same ...




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