Thursday, 3 January 2013

Fishing for an afternoon meze ...

I was watching Michael, back on the paralia, in search of the elusive fish ...


There was a rattle and the bell rang, we began to get a little excited ...

But to no avail. It seemed it was an octopus, that stole the bait, and using his eight legs, also untied the hook. It was the same yesterday, but he did give an excited young friend another fishing lesson later.

I was waiting for a friend, and had ventured back and forth helping out Nikos of the taverna, who very kindly offered a drink which was not necessary. Nikos is a great friend and always helps everyone ...

Do pop in a for a tsipouro, had said my learned friend, True to his word when he arrived with his wife, we did, first pleasantries were exchanged with the regulars ...

Then as with most things here, one thing leads to another. One became two. The meze was really good and with the drinks, of course the food kept coming from the busy kitchen.

Three was a gift from Yannis the postman.

Four was one of ours.

Five was from an adjoining table who sadly had a ferry to catch, and some interesting stories to tell.

Six came from the table behind, and the taverna brothers with the biggest hearts

Seven came from lord knows where ...

But as the afternoon passed, the clouds lifted, the sun came out, It shone all afternoon then cooled, and dipped beyond the hill. But we socialised into the falling dusk, and the lilac skies appeared over Evia.

Sadly it was soon time to go, the tables had emptied, stories had been shared, and somehow, I had managed to conceal two of the bottles in my jacket. Otherwise, I would have had a list to starboard, like my learned friend as he departed for home and the best sleep known to man ...

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