Desimi beach, where we were two years ago.

The day looked grey but then brightened a little, so we headed for the beach we knew from two years ago. It was so local to where we had stayed we only looked at it on the last couple of days and of course the snorkelling had been the best on the island. Today was too rough to snorkel but good enough to sit and stare.

Mary found some more flowers.

News arrived from England that one of my entries into last nights YCC competition got me a score of 9.5 out of a possible 10. So very pleased with that for the start of the season and thanks to my chums back home for relaying the news.

I called it simply ‘The valley’ 9.5. Taken in Gruyere in Switzerland.

Highlight of the lunch was ordering what I thought was a bacon omelette and this turned up on the plate!

Yet another well patronised restaurant!

As Mary replied, when I said,”Bacon omlette!” She said, “Well all the ingredients are there.”

Last night just just before the strange liqueur, Mary had ordered shrimps, which came up as the biggest prawns in the world. So at least the culinary delights of the island are giving us a few good laughs.

Prawns? Did somebody say prawns?

Oh yes and that lift to the beach does exist!

Going down.

Reflections.

We are eating at the hotel tonight, to hell with the expense. Also if it does rain again we are already home, as it were.

Travel safe, thank you for reading. Take care M & M.

To Meganisi and beyond.

The day started beautifully. The hotel pool and dining area looked so calm.

Stillness and warmth.

Then a quick drive to Nidri to a pre ferry drink and then all aboard the 12-15 to Vathi, the main port on Meganisi.

Mary very relaxed on the ferry.

The crossing only takes 35 minutes and we were soon at our destination, we had been told that the ferry back left at 17-30. However, a chap was handing out times as we manoeuvred the car aboard. We starred in disbelief as it said the return was either 14-30, giving no time for a leisurely lunch and swim at all. Or 19-30 meaning a drive back to the hotel in the dark.  We then noticed the date above the times was 10th of September. We queried this time with the man taking the tickets. “No five thirty madam.” We handed him the piece of paper his colleague had just handed us. “No, no  madam, we return at five thirty.” He screwed the piece of paper up and put in the litter bin. Very, very Greek: don’t you just love it?

The harbour was incredibly full of fish.

So many swimming about.

Fish? Did somebody say fish?

Mary had time for a snorkel in one of our favourite bays. A wander round a little village where we stayed nearby twice before. And then back to Lefkada on the five thirty. Anyone who took that piece of paper at face value and waited for the 19-30 would have faced a pleasant overnight stay on Meganisi!

The restaurant was hardly crowded.

Finest table in the house.

A bag that Malcolm Edwards very kindly gave me, which means not humping my camera gear.

This is the beach where Mary swam. The bag enjoyed its little break.

And yes finally as promised: the car.

Me and my Mercedes!

Time to go home at five thirty!!!

Another great meal downtown and a free liqueur of some sort at the end that even the waiter didn’t know the name of. A bit of a worry. Take care,lots of hugs M & M.