Skiathos

Tuesday, 6 October

Today has felt like a cross between a movie and a Greek legend. Going on the boat trip reminded me of "Shirley Valentine" only the guy on the boat was a lot younger and, I have to admit, better looking than Tom Conti.

We went part of the way around the island, stopping at Lalaria for a swim and then Kastro, for lunch in a tiny cafe. The Lalaria stop was a bit long for me as I didn't want to swim. It was amazing how the boat nosed into the sand, the boat guy put the ramp down to the beach and we were all able to go ashore without getting our feet wet. The water must drop very deeply for him to be able to do that. The boat then anchored a few metres out while we did our thing on shore.

It did the same thing at Kastro but this time stayed nosed in to the beach. I finally had the fresh fish I had been craving, with another Greek salad and Lorraine enjoyed more tsatsiki. The little cafe appeared to be in the middle of nowhere but we believe there was actually a road up above us somewhere.

The next part of the trip was where I felt we had sailed into a Greek legend as the boat took us through a narrow opening between tall cliffs which made me think of Jason and the Argonauts negotiating the clashing rocks. Fortunately there was no clashing, just beautiful green water and a few sea birds.

On our return to port we headed up to the nice cafe on the point for a cool drink and a little sweet treat.

 

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