Wednesday, 4 May 2016

Maios 4 - Friends ...

Its a friendly place ...

Last night I ended up watching football again - Well as Miri would say - Why not ?

I was seated in the front row of the stalls, Mr Malcolm was refueling with a very nice prawn spaghetti at Bastis. So was seated with two friendly Albanian guys, impressed that I could great them in their native language.

One was a singer, who had his own music video, and was trying to get work 'here on the rock' having worked in Athens Thessaloniki and Skopelos. The other was a jack of all trades, but smart and very keen to speak, and practice his English with me.

After a while Syraino was packed and the two Albanian guys drifted off, probably feeling a little uncomfortable with the football crowd. I was joined by a lovely Greek man, from Athens, we chatted and Mr Malcolm arrived for coffee. An eclectic mix but we got on great.

This morning, I spoke with the 'lady who makes people happy' Anastasia, the island wedding co-ordinator, great to chat and the chance of a catch up in person soon.

I was a very busy boy, having relocated 1/4 ton of firewood yesterday, to summer storage, My back was feeling decidedly iffy. Relocating timber is not an easy or tidy job at the best of times. Cleaning dusting spraying logs, and having to dig a huge splinter of olive wood, out of the right hand and deal with a fountain of blood to deal with - Messier still ...

Its a good way to try to sweat out, the last of that damned flu.

Somehow I made it to meet up with 'Adnamsman' and Mr Malcolm. Our planned venue was set up for a baptism party for around 40 guests so we diverted to Mouragio. Philliposs and Sheila were camped out at Mythos, booking a later flight home. Phil having managed to loose 2x20kg of luggage, even before boarding.

A hug from Leanne my former work colleague, who had just flown in from the Squirrel Wirral via Manchester and was having coffee with Barry ...

Mr Malcolm has been engaged in a debate - apparently its not 'de rigeur' in tourist terms to frequent a place where no-one is seated. I stopped Mr M and said 'You know we should not go in' Adnamsman being the 'FT resident' was our unwitting joker, which we played to full effect. So were excused ...

Welcomed into Mouragio, by the waiter as good friends, we were later joined by the owner who recoiled, with surprise, when he saw us and shook us all firmly by the hand.

Mr Prebenzanos the Mayor came in, and many others too. Where we led, the islands top team followed us in. Gifts exchanged, lots of catching up, News and stories some good, and some sad. Island friends spotted passing by, tourist friends too.

The 'fragrant one' heading towards the port, others who 'I know but as they say in Greek - I do not know' (Not formally introduced) Tony and Gill - you were spotted ...

Adnamsman returned to base, and we hope to see him later. on the search for the planned  Skiathiti 'Holy Grail' later this week ...

 "The boomerang club and the legend of the Skiathiti holy green bottle' It's coming to a Skiathos taverna this Saturday evening. You have been warned ...

Whats it all about ? Its a famous bottle, 'The holy grail' of the club. It's not seen daylight since October. Stored in a cave awaiting the return to daylight, and a sampling by candlelight . A ritual dating back to 1994 ...

A ritual to be enjoyed, but if anyone arriving, stumbles across us enjoying it. Well at least they have a week or two to get over it...

So we adjourned to Syraino, where we watched the rain showers gathering and trying to fight their way north from Evia as forecast. Mr M diverted to nap off his lunch. I just stayed put watching the world pass by.

One coffee, led to another ...

The 'fragrant one' appeared and joined me for tea. Great company and we spoke about the 'rings of saturn' and 'roses' her new interest in nautical activities. Roses being the flowering type not the Polaroid type from Vangelis ...

I was loving the Baptism party, rocking Kabourelia down on the Paralia. Music, Bazouki, dancing, ‪#‎Oupa‬ However a couple of "Daily Mail readers" were casting frowns, in the direction of the young mans, party celebration ...

The 'Aqua ferries' departed in a cloud of choking exhaust fumes, for Aghios Konstantinos ...




... accompanied by drips of rain and thunderbugs I sat and watched the party, and yes the  Greeks certainly know how to have fun. Opposite captain Dimitri sold his first tickets of the evening, with great body language with the pitch  ...

Two ladies, both with 'musical voices' came by, one startled to see me. Stopped and we chatted - really for the first time but have known each other in passing for years. Hope to catch up again soon

Anyone in town, stuck for ideas, for what to eat - well last night,could have done no better, than try the Langoustines, which were landed this evening, by the trawler. They looked fantastic, from the bag shown to me by a table neighbour, Fresh - they were still twitching ...

The 'two photographers' wandered in, I watched, they looked around and I waved. We passed away another hour, catching up about cameras, locations, wildlife, wild birds and friends as daft as a bottle brush. Great to see them both ...

I wandered off though a light drizzle, after a pint or so of coffee ...


Walking down Polytechniou, which resembeles a WW1 battlefield, complete with duck boards and trenches. Now work has recommenced after the two day double bank holiday weekend. Passing mini excavating equipment for narrow alleys. Rocks - ancient 'Petra' excavated from the road, stacked up like battlements, of ancient fortifications.

More reunions, a glass of red wine with friends. 'Eat this'  and 'Eat that' and I did as I was told - however made my excuses with the local island speciality - chalmalia, but did try the amigdalota - almond paste sweets.

On the stroke of midnight, the heavens opened ...

{Posted retrospectively - due to wine, and highly calorific Greek sweets}

2 comments:

  1. Another great read, when is the book coming out,one week away and we will be back on the rock

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    1. Will put you down for a copy ...

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