We had looked at the weather forecast for vaguely the Mediterranean area before we left, as you do, and it looked like bright red on the map and Britain in for a fab week with warm winds a blowin’up from the south.
We touched down at Prevesa airport in 33c of sunshine, that heat so very familiar to us belting back off the tarmac. Sunday you have read about and yesterday dawned bright and clear and beautifully warm. We had been summoned for the usual holiday ‘rep’ meeting at 11-00a.m. at the Paxos Club hotel; we had passed the establishment many times before but never had the pleasure of venturing in.
That picture I promised, the same as the brochure plus the view.
We were offered a drink and in the old days, many years ago, it would have been at the very least a beer or maybe a particularly early ‘ish Ouzo; I opted for a black coffee and Mary an orange juice. My how times have changed. George, for it was he, welcomed us and began to tell us tales of Paxos and places of interest we might like to visit during our stay. I think I mentioned that this must be at least our tenth visit to this Septered Isle, so there was nothing he told us that we didn’t know but he did it with humour and warmth. Oh yes, tell a lie; we never knew that a millipede could give you a well nasty nip on your posterior should your buttocks be lying in the sun pointing in its direction.
There were a couple sat with the group who the rep knew well and this was obviously their third or fourth visit back here and George if he asked a question kept saying, ‘not you Geoff’ because Geoff had obviously heard the talk before and would know the answer. He got on to maid service and when the sheets and towels would be changed and the name Elena came up and that she had been replaced by someone else so he wasn’t sure if it would happen on Wednesday or Thursday. The couple recognising the name looked disappointed that their relationship with Elena would not be renewed, “Oh, no Elena?” they queried. “No,” replied George, “She dropped down dead.” He wasn’t joking and Geoff’s wife looked very upset. Tell it like it is George and move on.
We drove off to Loggos to renew our aqaintance with the beautiful port, where we have stayed from time to time and visited often. A small beer each was just €6 to sit and watch the world go by in this little haven of tranquility and a place our chum Richard Monk is very familiar with. He has returned to the island some nineteen times, since we introduced him to it many years ago. Well, nineteen years ago probably or thereabouts.
So to the villa, a lazy afternoon by the pool. No Mary couldn’t go in.😟 And down to Gaios for dinner. Another back street restaurant €25.70 this time for the feast. Oh yes and a dog called Rambo, inhabited the premises ! Seriously, look at him; Rambo?
You may think this is quite a long blog. Time on my hands? I’ll say I damn well have. I looked at the forecast last night: the big red blob in the Mediterranean had disappeared; the local forecast said there was a storm due to hit about 2a.m. We had both thought the sky down at the harbour in Gaois looked somewhat foreboding.
As it turned out we were right. The storm hit a little later than forecast at about 2-45 in the morning. The power went off at about 3a.m. And I guess because the Greeks joined the EU a big emergency light came on in the living room that lit the whole place up. I can remember in years gone by hunting for the candles. So that was it the heavens opened, the rain came down, the lightening illuminated the sea and we both groaned. By seven o’clock the power came back on but looking out if the window in order to ascertain the time of day, was pointless. As I scribe this at midday (Tuesday) the sun has never come up, the white caps on the waves have got bigger and the wind is blowing fit to bust.
Somehow I think today may be even more sedentary than yesterday.
Thanks for reading M & M ☔️🇬🇷💦🇬🇷⚡️⚡️