On Wednesday, we took a trip out in our hire car across the island to Andros town, which is very picturesque, affluent and lively. Took the longer route back through pretty hillside villages set in more verdant foliage and received a text from our friends Jacky and Simon who we were coming to meet us from Tinos. We worked out we could be at the port to meet them and as we drove back along the coast road, we could see their ferry coming in. Were they waving from the deck?
Met them and sat in a taverna with a bottle of wine overlooking the harbour and had a good catch up. Simon at one point convinced he had been here before in his wild 20s and slept on the beach with a couple of mates for 2 weeks until money ran out, but when he went to investigate the exact spot he decided it must have been a different island, the name of which he has long forgotten! The Greek islands hold tales for all of us.
After a late swim, we drove into Batsi and the Dolphin restaurant to have dinner. Authentic Greek food and I have finally found the right kind of aubergine salad here and a good moussaka, but ironically we think it is run by a German!
We sat up until 2am on the pretty outside terrace 'chill-out' area, grogging on as is our way with J and S; great to have them here to share our last few days.
Their son has told Simon not to come home looking like an 'old handbag'. Too late, Holland, he is as brown as a nut already!
Met them and sat in a taverna with a bottle of wine overlooking the harbour and had a good catch up. Simon at one point convinced he had been here before in his wild 20s and slept on the beach with a couple of mates for 2 weeks until money ran out, but when he went to investigate the exact spot he decided it must have been a different island, the name of which he has long forgotten! The Greek islands hold tales for all of us.
After a late swim, we drove into Batsi and the Dolphin restaurant to have dinner. Authentic Greek food and I have finally found the right kind of aubergine salad here and a good moussaka, but ironically we think it is run by a German!
We sat up until 2am on the pretty outside terrace 'chill-out' area, grogging on as is our way with J and S; great to have them here to share our last few days.
Their son has told Simon not to come home looking like an 'old handbag'. Too late, Holland, he is as brown as a nut already!
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