Trip Start Apr 12, 2006
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In the intimidating Greek alphabet, the letter 'x' is pronounced more as a 'ch', so we've begun to dub our new destination 'Knackers' or 'Nachos', depending on the sitaution and mood. Knackers proved to be an excellent revised choice of destination, far less touristy and crowded than Santorini, and just as scenic and gorgeous, if not quite as much of a 'spectacle' as the volcanic island. We brushed off the multitude of hotel owners demanding we stay at their places upon arrival, and sorted our own accomodation in the nearby resort-beach area of Agios Prokopios, in an excellent hotel with a blue swimming pool, two minutes from a remarkable clear water beach. With golden sand for a change, none of this black sand bollocks. Our host, Vangelis, picked us up from the port and pointed out the various sites of Naxos and the impressive landscape including the huge Mountain of Zeus, claiming that Zeus himself was once a patron at his hotel.
Acquainted with our new surroundings, we got cosy in our hotel room and did something not done in yonks, watched some tv. Bush and Blair stood like stunned mullets through a press conference on CNN, admitting their respective faults in their handling of the Iraq war, appearing extremely uncomfortable and highly illegitemate. My, how different the leaders of the 'free world' come across when all the bravado is gone and the stark reality of their decisions can no longer be hidden or justified. We chilled on the idyllic beach nearby and whiled the day away in typically perfect weather, the rocky granite hills of Naxos curling in the backdrop around the distant point, and crystal clear water reflected shimmering quilts of patterned light on the sand underneath. It's good to be the King.
Brooks, Rev and myself once again continued our penchant for fine dining this evening, heading into Naxos town and tucking into some more succulent Greek fare, and a breather from the staple Gyros. I ordered a Greek specialty 'Spetsofae', which took me back to an old dish my stepdad Von used to concoct, the highly suspect yet very tasty 'Sausage Suprise'. I'm not convinced that this similarity was a good thing, considering i was forking out good Euro for traditional greek tucker, not something Von used to throw together.Found a great ice-cream place for dessert, and for the first time in known history, Rev was defeated by an ice cream, unable to finish his and discarding it wastefully. For shame.
The Greeks are pretty big on their cocktails and mixers over here in the sunny Isles, and bars compete for business in a highly cutthroat fashion, especially when the peak tourism is yet to arrive. I'm not sure exactly which drinking market they were trying to corner here, but one bar we walked past was advertising a drink called a 'Suffering Bastard', hardly conjuring up the relaxed, exotic and mellow imagery that you tend to associate with a tropical beverage.
Missing the last bus back to Agios Prokopios, we were forced to take a cab, haggling briefly with a complete tit of a taxi driver who was missing a back and looked like a giant pear. Got back in time and once again crashed in comfortable circumstance, rotund and well fed.