So, I have been informed by a number of people that the previous edition of
the blog was neither appropriate nor informative. On second perusal I would
perhaps have to agree and have made a deal with myself to remain completely
sober before putting finger to keyboard. So here goes, without even a beer for
lunch, with a more informative section.
I did arrive on the island of Amorgos eventually on 4th July at 8:21 pm. I
had set off on a fast ferry from the port of Piraeus (the port of Athens) at
7pm that morning. This got me into Naxos at 12 noon. There I dined in style on
a greek salad that came with no olives. There was plently of feta cheese but
seriously!
Anyway, I then got the very inappropriately named Skopolitis Express ferry
at 2pm. This put in mind of the old buses going around rural Ireland that would
stop at every corner on the road - it left at 2pm on a 6 hour journey, calling
into every little island port on the way to load/unload tourists, locals,
chickens and goats – and every type of produce/product imaginable from olives
and tractor tyres through to water melons and monster fridges. I had been
advised by my friends Diarmuid and Miriam to sit on the top deck at that back
of the boat and be royally entertained by the activitity at each little minor
pier that we called at. This I did – and it was the best €11 I have ever spent.
From little old women struggling with 60 inch televisions while the local
mousthioed yahoos looked on while sipping their evening ouzo and smoking
incessantly, through to a huge shouting match between 2 guys trying to get off
the boat quickly and the local gestapo. It was hard to work out but I’m fairly
sure it involved some animal they had in the back of their van. It looked like
it was developing nicely, with a genuine hope of at least fisticuffs as it
continued all the way up the pier but we unfortunately headed off to sea at his
point.
So eventually I approached Amorgos, to see the aformentioned Diarmuid and
Miriam waving frantically at the end of the pier, and brandishing a beer for my
singular delectation. Great to be here.
Checked into room, small but adaquate with a great balcony. A quick bite in
Alex’s resturant and then whisked off to D&M’s friend Jorgos (unsure of
spelling) who runs a very good restaurant with much shouting and gesticulation.
It was his birthday to which we had been invited. Mojitos were the order of the
day.
Next morning, not so good but
sure I’m on my holidays – a good sleep-in. Off on a boat that dropped Miriam at
a beach on the other side of the bay. It was her job to beat the germans to the
few umrellas and sun-beds and this she managed due to a beautifully crafted
plan, which would have put the Blitzkrieg operation to shame. Diarmuid and
myslef continued on with only 2 swedes for company on the boat to a natural
rock shelf way further round. The swedes disappeared on disembarkation – we
suspected they were of the nudist variety and had second thoughts about sharing
the same small piece of rock with an over-weight, balding, slightly reddened
Irish man ….. and myself. Anyway, we got the better of our natural tendecies
and let them go. Stayed here for an hour or so – great snorkelling etc. The
boat, then returned and picked us up to rejoin Miriam for the day.
Yesterday we rented a car and explored the whole island, about 40 miles
long – calling into a number of lovely little coves etc. Also called at this
monastory - http://www.europeupclose.com/article/monastery-of-hozoviotissa-amorgos-greece/
- .T_g3GnBTdCE -which featured in the film “The Big Blue” (filmed almost
completely on the island). Then ate in our man Jorgos’ restaurant. He isisted
that we have steak or liver (we had both!) from an Amorgos cow that he had had
butchered. I only saw 2 cows on our travels, so I think this was a big thing.
The meal was monstrous but delicious, and then be brought us out his mum’s
special recipe dessert - involved quince but I don’t remember much more than
that.
Today – taking it easy – big swim and snorkel this moring – down for a beer
at the port around 6 to watch the boats come in and we’ll see where that takes
us.
Not so sure I like this more infomative format – but sure let us know.

Hi Neil. This is all really interesting ............... (crickets) ................... but anyway, is there any brown sauce left?
ReplyDeleteOh and by the way, it's me, Barry, replying to your posts in a timely manner. I'm sure you've noted that I was the first to reply to this episode (BBS).
Deletewell I should have guessed - what with the timely manner of the post etc! FTBS ( F*ck the brown sauce). BBS!
DeleteGreat blog. Sounds mighty. Presume you joking about Paddy visiting you. Sure u would have to go to Athens to meet him. Your mother v dubious about the whole odyessey tho somewhat comforted after todays skype call with you and she now thinks that "he won't last and will be home shortly" !!
ReplyDeletenot completely joking. would love to have someone to throw a ball with ..... if not Paddy, then a dog. Sure it would be very expensive.
DeleteSo despite initial thoughts and several large bets to the contrary, you are still there. Whilst your blog is very informative, we need more of the McQuillan caustic commentary we are all used to. You appear to be doing a significant amount of snorkelling....are you hoping to find yourself in the deep blue?!! The solitary traveller you clearly are not so guessing you will remain a tad longer. Carpe diem (Latin as you already know) and keep enjoying.
ReplyDeleteThe day is being seized Gail - by myself now - let's see how that goes!
ReplyDeleteAHAH! Yes, I did indeed succumb to committing a classic blunder of "entering into agreement with a Norn Irlander without a document signed in blood! " although probably not as serious as the most famous blunders which is "never enter a land war in Asia" or perilous as "Never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line"!.....[if you've not seen the Princess Bride, you have led sheltered and ignorant life...and will now be confused]. Glad to see that you are enjoying yourself and remedying your seafaring skillsets to avoid future embarrassments. I have booked a more modest week in Corsica in September...which promises much..alas..on verra bien!
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