Apraos Bay Hotel
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... we headed over the hills to a headland overlooking St. George's beach. The walk was down to bay called pirates cove. It started high on the headland and climbed steeply down, following an old donkey path. The cove looked a lot like a smaller version of Phi Phi island in Thailand. A narrow strip of land connected it to the headland, and on each side the pebbly beaches looked out towards the calm, clear Mediterranean. We walked across the beach and ...
Woke up this morning to the sound of gunfire, followed by a heavy downpour. The shots appeared to have emanated from the flat downstairs. We had already had a few run ins with our neighbour. His name was Michael Kaizer, he was a soft spoken German man who wore yellow glasses. He reminded me of the stranger, from 'Stranger On the Third Floor'. Very, very creepy. I listened hard for the sound of a body being dragged around ...
... penne pasta) and meatballs with potatoes. This turned out to be very ambitious for lunch, but the food was tasty and comforting.
We split up as my Mum went to get her hair cut. Dad and I went to find a museum, but ended up finding beer instead. We sat in a cafe over looking the castle walls and enjoyed the peace and quiet.
We must've have been adapting to the Mediterranean way of life, as ...
... dispersed with the crowd and were driven back home by the rain.
After a few hours of lounging around doing nothing much, we decided British weather called for British food, so we set off to a British expat haunt named Sally's in Ipsos. Arriving just as the sky opened up, we found the place was convincingly British, complete with a pool table, a darts board and smokey bar full of tattooed men drinking from cans. My parents ...
... been slow cooked to point where the fat melted, and the meat became soft and sticky. The mushroom stifado was also a high point, flavoursome and surprisingly meaty.
The host was one of the only other people drinking alcohol. His obviously recognised use as kindred souls and proceeded to ply us with free drinks. We sampled his homemade Jaeger, tsipouro and ouzo, saying 'Yamas' each time. Eventually he was chastised away by his wife, and he ...