26m into Davy Jones Locker
Trip Start Sep 05, 2010
25Trip End Oct 09, 2010
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Under the water was almost as good-looking as above the water and Jeff saw beautiful fish (even hand-fed some with a mashed up sea urchin), lots of pottery urns from about 2,000 years ago when the area was the main port of Paros (including picking one up), and some octopus.
Since it was the quiet season, it was just Jeff and the diving instructor ..
Arrived back on shore and collected Sherry who had been taking advantage of the beach freedom to also sunbake topless (just kidding ... she was probably the most clothed person on the beach!), then went and had some lunch at a beachside cafe (had to point out what we wanted on the Greek menu as he couldn’t understand what we wanted from the English menu!).
Drove over to the other side of the bay, looking at more pebbled beaches then stopped on the way back at a sign pointing to a Minoan Acropolis. "That sounds interesting," we thought ... so we hopped out of our nice air-conditioned car and headed up the path. About half an hour of sweating in the hot Greek sun later, we returned to our car, cursing Lonely Planet and the Greek’s general lack of signage at most tourist attractions. They might have been really clever at inventing stuff but signage wasn’t one of their strong points!
Returned to our room for a quick shower and found the door wide open with no one to be seen anywhere. Great! Glad we locked our stuff away!
A very, very short trip on the ferry across to the island of Anti Paros (yes, these guys must really hate Paros – and we thought the NZ rivalry with Australia was bad!). Fortunately it was so short as otherwise we’d have been deafened by the herd of Greek grannies on board who were probably around when the Acropolis was built. This seems to be the national pastime of old Greek people: arguing at the top of your voice with whoever will listen.
Strolled around the main bit of the village there and might have bought a few more things there but again, siesta time put an end to that idea.
Eating our ice cream, we spotted a very cute ginger kitten that was intent on chasing Bougainvillea flowers and slashing them to bits.
After an hour of walking past closed shops, we decided we might as well go back to our hotel and do something more exciting (like our laundry ... not sure what you were thinking). But since it wasn’t self-service laundry, the guy didn’t want to put our stuff in his dryer, and considering the EUR15 per load price, we decided we could probably go another day or two without worrying about washing.
Achieved the task of bringing the hire car back on empty... just like it was delivered so felt very proud of ourselves.
One last walk into Naoussa for dinner. Fed most of Sherry’s dinner to the 3 cute kitty cats that seem to live at that restaurant.
Home again and another kitty cat popped in to say hello while we were sitting in our courtyard area. The place is full of cats! Cool!