Mike has been doing a fine job of the Hydra blogging, but I don’t feel there are enough donkeys or cats represented. After all, they are both ubiquitous enough for there to be an entire store called DonkeyCat.
These cats were pretty excited to see a fishing boat come in.
After all, they work up quite an appetite showing real estate,
delivering water to boats,
and lugging wagons around.
In other news, the biggest boat we’ve seen yet pulled up today, Kyknos. I can’t figure out who owns her, but suffice it to say they were accompanied by a military team on a motorboat with a sniper seat.
Once the giant boat was parked–just blew in for lunch, doncha know–we headed out for our own lunch. The pizza place we tried was unimpressive after my wonderful pizza experiences in Aegina, but that memory was soon erased when we headed to Spilia Beach Bar for a drink. It is a pretty magical spot!
I had originally planned to give you my perspective on the shitshow yesterday in the harbour, but I think I’m still too traumatized to relive it. All’s well that ends well, and by that I mean that once it was all over and I had a little cry, Mike sat vigil on Coral and I went out for dinner by myself, drained a couple glasses of wine and downloaded last week’s Survivor and Silicon Valley episodes. Aaaaaah… the keys to Kathy’s happiness.
Oh my gosh Kathy poor yous!
Poor Coral!
What an experience…
I don’t remember anything like that happening on our boat in Spain. Who opened the gates?
And can they shut them again?
There are no gates, harbour entrance is always open.
Hm … is it just me, or is Spilia beach no very … beachy?
And also, a bar where you can “Spilia Drink” makes me titter.
tee hee.
We debated the injury rate at Spilia Bar due to the precipitous ledge that has no railing, combined with sun and alcohol. I love these deadly aesthetic choices. A fun life can be hazardous to your health….