Monday, 24 November 2014

Sweet or Sour...

It certainly posed a question ...

I picked an orange from the tree this morning, one of the few that are left. It had an amazing aroma of citrus, that had exploded its perfume over my hand, when it released itself from the tree. I peeled it and it smelled sweet, not sickly sticky.

I tried a segment, it was sweet not sour like the owner had said. I asked the ladies had they tried the fruit - 'No its sour' the chorus in reply. I said, 'I have news for you, these are clementines, now you know why the gardeners took two bags the other morning' ...

Here is a final view for now, of 'Base camp Athens' ...




Yes we have decided to jump ship back to the rock. The test results did not appear as planned last week, so they may come on Thursday, which also happens to be a 'national strike day'.

We could sit here another 10 days, waiting for them, but when SWMBO says let's go home ...

Margaret opting to stay behind to go out clubbing with friends in Athens on Sunday night. She was very concerned at the luggage that we needed to uplift. Still I packed it all into the cases, an essential requirement when visiting the mainland - stock up and you save a fortune ...

You can travel light, you can travel sensible, but as I am the mule for the return leg - we filled our boots, and still had room ...

There is a flying dolphin service 'at the moment' on Friday and Sundays from Aghios Konstantinos. Aegean Flying Dolphins the operator. 'That's the way to do it Gromit' we agreed with friends in town on Saturday.



It would have been easier to fly, but short notice, its €90 from Athens. I can fly to London and back for that from Thessaloniki. So luggage and goodies loaded into a taxi to the metro station, driven by a taxi driver probably from New York. That being the only other place that I have ever been, where the driver stopped three times to ask locals for directions.

A ride across the suburbs of Athens, on the efficient metro, then another taxi to Bus Terminal B for Northern Greece. Just 45 minutes after setting out from 'BCA' we had picked up our tickets for the coach and met up with Junior and our friends for the ride up the coast.

The rain pouring down as we departed, then two hours and one 10 minute pit stop later, we were sitting in the sunshine at Aghios Konstantinos. It's a nice ride on the local bus, once there we met more, Skiathities wandering the Port. Many making very discrete polite enquiries to me, about our patient SWMBO just out of her earshot.

Our friend, who is not the best traveller, was gradually regaining colour in the Greek Sun. A little confused having slept most of the trip, also thought we had gone through a different time zone, thinking we had 30 minutes wait for the boat, rather than the hour and a half we had in hand.

Brought up to speed, and daylight saving time, realised we had time for something to eat. We headed to a locals taverna, we did the Greek thing of sit at a couple of tables, get served at one, then move inside and sit by the woodburner.

The good thing about having lunch with Greek friends, is they know what to eat. There followed a banquet. Marithas, Gavros, Sole, Cuttlefish, Horta, Geek salad, Chips, washed down with local wine and a chocolate cake desert.

How much? I said when I picked up the bill. I could tell you the price, but honestly it would break your heart - But if ever you need a place for lunch in AK - You know who to ask ...

Then on to the flying dolphin, departing in golden rays of setting sunshine across a aquamarine blue sea. 



Our friend quietly slipping back into a travel related coma. I think the lunchtime glass of wine, and the weekend breaks, late night outs in Athens may have also helped ...

Skiathos was dark, cold and damp when we arrived. It had been raining and the house felt cold, and unloved too after our two week enforced relocation. I had remembered to prepare the woodburner for our return.

The mighty woodburner swiftly ignited to start to warm the house. Aircon to heat the bedroom, an additional quilt appeared from somewhere. SWMBO retreated under a blanket to keep out the initial chill.

For the first time in weeks, I have slept like a bear ...

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2 comments:

  1. Well, they can either be clementines (i.e. mandarins) or oranges (sweet or bitter). Can't be both, I'm afraid.

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    1. According to Wikipedia - A clementine is a hybrid between a mandarin and a sweet orange, so named in 1902. The exterior is a deep orange colour with a smooth, glossy appearance. Clementines can be separated into 7 to 14 segments.

      Seems about right to me, the former orange (Cylindrical ball hanging from the tree) had a shiny skin and tasted nice - It could have been a Jaffa - No pips :)

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