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Greek lethargy, Da Vinci Code, and more Gyros
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I've never fully understood how, after sleeping leisurely for a good 10 hours through the night, you wake up late morning feeling even more tired and lethargic than when you went to bed in the first place. I know, its all about delta waves and sleep stage and how rapidly your eyes are moving and all that jive. Nonetheless, the last couple of mornings waking up in the Greek Islands has left us feeling dead headed and lazy all day. Perhaps this is what too much sunshine and relaxation does to you, turns you into a zombie. A zombie with a good tan.
After another tasty breakfast at Edi's, opting for a healthy yoghurt with fruits as opposed to a pork gyros, we attempted to board the local coach to another nearby beach, Parissa, but were thwarted by Fira's dogs breakfast bus timetable. Turning back, we reverted to zombie mode and lounged poolside for a while longer. Hey, we're in the Greek islands - you'd do the same. Lagging behind in my travelpod by a number of entries, i broke free from the ultra-inviting poolside luxury and head up the now familiar spruiker-lined lane to the main drag, parking at a cosy cafe for a coffee and a writing session. Speaking at a pace i thought was fairly relaxed, i confused the hell out of the waitresses at this cafe, who displayed eyebrows of perplexion, as if i'd just walked in from another planet. The greek coffee they served me certainly tasted as if it was imported from another planet, loaded with caffeine and blowing my head right off.
Sat in main street, Fira, and took the world in. Old Greeks sinking pints of 'Mythos', tourists in sandals and cargo shorts buying cheap junk, local Greeks looking nonchalant, smoking fags and no doubt making fun of frustrating tourists, and jackhammers pumping concrete a couple of doors down. There was a boisterous American woman on the table next to me whose voice sat on a decibel level higher than a jetplane, yapping to two British seniors about how she'd heard on CNN that England had a new Prime Minister. Thankfully, the jackhammer interjected every now then and managed to drown her out, not before we hoped someone would take her out with the jackhammer.
With yet another Greek Island day on the wane, the choice was made to make something of the evening, so we hit up the local bus to Kamari and attended the local cinema for a viewing of the much-hyped 'Da Vinci Code'. Expecting a wooden floored community hall with plastic chairs and floral curtains, i was suprised to find a fully decked out modern cinema, and the film was actually shown in English, albeit with Greek subtitles. After enjoying the book in a one day sitting, at least up until it started getting totally ridiculous, i quite enjoyed the Da Vinci code, and all in all the film wasn't too shabby either. I'd reccommend it. A solid 3 stars. Though, i thought Tom Hanks was a bit of a dud choice. We asked two old Aussie bats on the bus back to Fira about this matter, and they suggested Harisson Ford or even smooth George Clooney for the gig. Hmmm. We did find it a bit of an oddity that the film shat itself right in the middle of a fast paced action scene, only to read 'Intermission' bodly splayed across the lit up cinema screen. Upon return to Fira, Brooks and i chowed down on a dessert Gyros and i once again felt like a right pig. Rev somehow withheld the Gyros craving, and sensibly ate a banana instead. All in all, a fine evening, good food, good company, a good film. Good night Irene.
(Whos is this Irene? Whats her story? Is she some sort of old-school pop-reference. I use this term on a reasonably consistent basis but have no idea where it came from. A thought to ponder.
Or Not.
End rant.)
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