Apparently the holiday island for Athenians, Kea is unspoilt and quiet - at least at this time of year. Our ferry got us in at 7.30pm and we were in our accommodation by 8.
A walk up to the beach to check it out and a beer at the bar opposite and we had decided that we were in another idyll. Temperatures are soaring, 30 plus every day. On Thursday, after hiring car, exploring the port and shopping for food, then swimming, we decided to take a late trip into Ioulidha/Ioulis the capital of Kea, when it would be cooler and there was a good breeze blowing.
An amazing hillside labyrinth where no cars are allowed except for delivery purposes and I certainly wouldn't want to drive through these weeny streets anyway.
We twisted and turned and climbed through deserted alleyways and I posted a card to my mum which will probably take weeks to get there! We acquired a trotting friend, who appeared to lead us this way and that, waiting at junctions for us and sometimes disappearing until we would hear a click click click of paws behind us again. I think I have since discovered that this is Hector of Kea (see Matt Barrett's website) ! He followed/lead us all the way back to our car!
Hector?
A nasty scraping sound!
Restoration project?
A walk up to the beach to check it out and a beer at the bar opposite and we had decided that we were in another idyll. Temperatures are soaring, 30 plus every day. On Thursday, after hiring car, exploring the port and shopping for food, then swimming, we decided to take a late trip into Ioulidha/Ioulis the capital of Kea, when it would be cooler and there was a good breeze blowing.
An amazing hillside labyrinth where no cars are allowed except for delivery purposes and I certainly wouldn't want to drive through these weeny streets anyway.
We twisted and turned and climbed through deserted alleyways and I posted a card to my mum which will probably take weeks to get there! We acquired a trotting friend, who appeared to lead us this way and that, waiting at junctions for us and sometimes disappearing until we would hear a click click click of paws behind us again. I think I have since discovered that this is Hector of Kea (see Matt Barrett's website) ! He followed/lead us all the way back to our car!
Hector?
A nasty scraping sound!
Restoration project?
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