Thursday 14th June. I didn’t
need to get up early, so I didn’t. But when I did you may be certain that I had
some breakfast. I then went down to the café to buy a bottle of water (the tap
water here is awful) and went on my merry way back to the three ruined
windmills on the head, this time taking my camera. I then went back to the
beach where the Margate Couples were and stayed there for quite a while. Once
again they gave me a lift back I their hired boat. Les has invented an
ingenious paddle thing for snorkeling behind a boat. Being towed, el
snorkellero dips the paddles and goes up and down when he needs to. Apparently,
someone brought out the same idea a bit later so he didn’t get a patent for it. [Apparently Les had experimented with different types of metal (and grease?) until finding one that would not corrode in the salt water. That's what I remember he said. I haven't heard of anything similar since.]
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| My rough sketch from my diary. |
I
think it was the MV Appia that went by on its way to Patras [One of the ships
we went on between Italy and Greece in 1970. The other was her sister ship, the MV Egnatia.]
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| MV Appia that we went on in 1970 |
Back
at the taberna I had some moussaka, and a siesta before having another cold
shower, but that wasn’t at the taberna. I was just getting ready to sit outside
for some reading when Bernadette walked by with Mandy, the nanny of fifteen
month old precocious Amy (both English). So I walked up the road and back down
with them to the harbor. I chatted with Bernadette, and then Warren, in the
club office, and then bought some biscuits, yoghurt and ice cream. Warren gave
me a lift on the back of his motorbike to my accommodation. I had dinner and
wrote a postcard, and this. [That makes only two times I've been on the back of a motorbike in my life.]
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