Fiscardo Bay Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility
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... Mark couldn't finish his drink! That's saying something!!! We went for a walk after lunch and then headed back to our villa. Everything shuts between 2pm-5pm while the people go to sleep!!! I guess that's how the Greeks kick on until 2am!!! We had a sleep then headed over to Andy's. We thought Andy and Marco had gone to their restaurant to prep for their lunch time and evening meals, only to find that Andy's leg had swollen up through the night ...
... cats milling around our feet and threw bread to the fish! We headed home for a rest at 5pm in readiness for a big evening at my brothers restaurant. At "Yefuri" we had a beautiful 3 course meal cooked by my brother, drank wine and danced the night away. Marco looked after us with an endless supply of wine. We were thoroughly spoilt! We headed home after midnight driven by Sue and Michael ( some English friends of Andy) A wonderful, memorable, wedding ...
We awoke this morning to sun streaming in through the blue wooden shutters! We threw open the widows- the little harbour was breathtakingly beautiful. Quite a lot of sailing boats and big keel boats have come in for the night. Flags from numerous countries are fluttering from their masts. It's such a beautiful natural port, that sailors know it's ...
... or fifth place on the starting grid. We quickly pick up a signpost for Corinth and head confidently for the hills. We know it's going to be a close shave to reach the ferry for Ithaki in time. But it takes three incredibly frustrating false starts before the stretch of motorway to Corinth finally opens up ahead of us. Hilli shuts her eyes while the Raven does his thing to make up for lost time... just as well because the road ...
... the acres of empty concrete to the gate huts. Security? Forget it! Taxi? There's only one, grab it! Soon we were whisking along at an breath-taking pace, complete with gestures, toots and arguments, yes this was Italy. There was a total of five trains between us, Pompei and Rome three of which needed tickets from the baffling machines guarding the station entrance. A mute dwarf gestured me and my internet reservation forms over and within seconds won all three tickets out of ...