Sousouras Hotel & Bungalows
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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Swimming pool
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DAY 49 – April 30, 2015
Now we are on the Peloponnese peninsula and the small port village of Katakolo that acts as the port for the capital city of Pygros and the jump-off point for trips to Olympia. There is nothing much here but shops and friendly and enthusiastic locals.
Olympia, the home of the first Olympics staged back in 776 BC. The site has a tranquility that is hard to explain ...
The Tourist Hotel's owner, Χρισα, and her twin adult sons remembered when Monica, Lydia and I stayed here two summers ago. No changes at the Tourist Hotel except the WiFi signal is much stronger and the buffet breakfast much better. The bathroom is funky; the shower stall ...
... cooled off at your pebbled beaches, and before I knew it, it was well into the evening hours. The days just flew by and I started to understand why your people stayed up late into the night, enjoying every bit of those long summer nights.
The sun would still be shining down until well after dinner, and after dusk the warm nights beckoned me to wander again. I didn’t stay up late with you often, but the few nights I spent on my own enjoying the ...
... walking back to the Motel, we saw a little chihuahua behind a fence that had a sign on it that said 'beware of the dog.' It was yipping and scratching at the fence. Mum said, 'is that the dog we're meant to beware of? It's so cute!' Then a big deep bark came from behind the fence. That started a chain reaction of barking, and we are still (about 45min-1h later) hearing the barking of the neighborhood dogs. ...
Packing a suitcase is dirty work. I don't say that because the task is superfluously grueling, nor because I feel the job to. menial a job for me when compared to the adventure I will soon depart for. No, namely, I say it because the cat has decided to land the roundest, plumpest little **** you've ever seen on my bedroom floor.
A goodbye present, or a smelly protest at my departure, I do not know. Whatever the case, I cannot quite bring myself to feel gratitude ...