Miramonte Hotel

... the train station and urged us to take a taxi. Being a cheap bastard, we grabbed our wheeling luggage and headed uphill towards Miramonte Hotel. I'm not sure what the woman's issue was because the walk took about 15 minutes. (We are now on the plane ...

... until we finally reached Mandraki. There, we were in for a surprise. The “resort” on the beach, called the Hotel Miramonte, didn’t look like much more than a collection of cottages. There were the same umbrella skeletons that were in ...

... to try and get a cheaper taxi deal. A faux guide tails us straight away and trys to lure us into a deal on a hotel. I ignore his questions of where you from? and Francoise? and keep walking. Everybody thinks we are French, perhaps because recently ...