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I know that our many followers are sad that we have not been posting regularly. Sorry, but we are quite irregular, so you will just have to cope! On the morning of Sue and Mark's 30-mile hike over the mountain, paying their respects at various out-of-the-way monasteries and bushwhacking through the remains of a substantial wildfire, Bernice and Becky were having a leisurely morning on the good ship Constantina. Coffee, scrambled eggs, ah! the good life! Then these two bedraggled specimans, who turned out to be Sue and Mark showed up on deck. Then it was 10:30 am. They took awhile to recover and clean-up but then were ready to go again.
We visited a couple of museums, including the one with the preserved Admiral's heart (see Mark's post) and one that consisted of a small but lovely Orthodox church inside a quiet, whitewashed courtyard. Speaking of the Admiral's heart, Becky has already seen the undecaying tongue of St. Anthony of Padua this summer while visiting Italy, so she is really racking up the relic viewings. We then took a short and very scenic hike along a coastal path to the little (I mean, teeny) hamlet of Kamini where we hoped to get Mark the burgee of the Kamini Yacht Club. We found out that, unfortunately, the yacht club was long ago dismantled. No burgees were available. So we spent much of the afternoon sitting in a lovely taverna/scenic overlook and ordering a lot of fish dishes that we didn't know exactly what they were. We fed the heads of small shrimp to the local cats and then started back to Hydra.
Hydra (Hydra Town is the little town; Hydra is the island--confused yet?) is very popular and busy with big ships full of tourists unloading every hour. It's a very quaint place that doesn't really have any streets, it has alleys. And it doesn't need streets because the only motor vehicles allowed on the whole island are a couple of garbage trucks. Brought luggage on the ship with you? It goes onto a donkey and up the alleys. Yes, all town transport is by donkeys. It is a vertical place with all alleys leading up, up, up. Our first evening in Hydra, we had dinner at an extremely charming restaurant part way up the hillside. We looked out over the little town and were even above the intricately carved tower of a large church. It was a spectacular view down onto the lights of the town and harbor.
Are you wondering about the title of this post? There is much more to say about cats of Hydra. They are one of its most noticeable features. There are lots of donkeys, yes, but there are far more cats. Many of them would be beautiful if they were well cared for and healthy, but they're not. So it was a little sad to see them.
We decided to motor down the coast a few short miles to a place with a beach and one that might not be so crowded. This decision had mixed results. The harbor of Mandraki is nice and the place is isolated, but it was also the temporary home of a group of party boats with flags saying "The Mediterranean for People 21-35." The young Aussies on board the ship we were next to were congenial and their captain was very helpful to us, but we knew we were in for a not-so-nice experience as the night went on and the crowd became more, um, well-oiled. So when they all went on taxi boats to Hydra for the evening, we moved over a few slots. No moorings here so trips to shore were via dinghy. The next morning, Wednesday, it was bye bye Hydra and hello the western shore of the Argolic Gulf. Adventure was in store.
I know that our many followers are sad that we have not been posting regularly. Sorry, but we are quite irregular, so you will just have to cope! On the morning of Sue and Mark's 30-mile hike over the mountain, paying their respects at various out-of-the-way monasteries and bushwhacking through the remains of a substantial wildfire, Bernice and Becky were having a leisurely morning on the good ship Constantina. Coffee, scrambled eggs, ah! the good life! Then these two bedraggled specimans, who turned out to be Sue and Mark showed up on deck. Then it was 10:30 am. They took awhile to recover and clean-up but then were ready to go again.
We visited a couple of museums, including the one with the preserved Admiral's heart (see Mark's post) and one that consisted of a small but lovely Orthodox church inside a quiet, whitewashed courtyard. Speaking of the Admiral's heart, Becky has already seen the undecaying tongue of St. Anthony of Padua this summer while visiting Italy, so she is really racking up the relic viewings. We then took a short and very scenic hike along a coastal path to the little (I mean, teeny) hamlet of Kamini where we hoped to get Mark the burgee of the Kamini Yacht Club. We found out that, unfortunately, the yacht club was long ago dismantled. No burgees were available. So we spent much of the afternoon sitting in a lovely taverna/scenic overlook and ordering a lot of fish dishes that we didn't know exactly what they were. We fed the heads of small shrimp to the local cats and then started back to Hydra.
Hydra (Hydra Town is the little town; Hydra is the island--confused yet?) is very popular and busy with big ships full of tourists unloading every hour. It's a very quaint place that doesn't really have any streets, it has alleys. And it doesn't need streets because the only motor vehicles allowed on the whole island are a couple of garbage trucks. Brought luggage on the ship with you? It goes onto a donkey and up the alleys. Yes, all town transport is by donkeys. It is a vertical place with all alleys leading up, up, up. Our first evening in Hydra, we had dinner at an extremely charming restaurant part way up the hillside. We looked out over the little town and were even above the intricately carved tower of a large church. It was a spectacular view down onto the lights of the town and harbor.
Are you wondering about the title of this post? There is much more to say about cats of Hydra. They are one of its most noticeable features. There are lots of donkeys, yes, but there are far more cats. Many of them would be beautiful if they were well cared for and healthy, but they're not. So it was a little sad to see them.
We decided to motor down the coast a few short miles to a place with a beach and one that might not be so crowded. This decision had mixed results. The harbor of Mandraki is nice and the place is isolated, but it was also the temporary home of a group of party boats with flags saying "The Mediterranean for People 21-35." The young Aussies on board the ship we were next to were congenial and their captain was very helpful to us, but we knew we were in for a not-so-nice experience as the night went on and the crowd became more, um, well-oiled. So when they all went on taxi boats to Hydra for the evening, we moved over a few slots. No moorings here so trips to shore were via dinghy. The next morning, Wednesday, it was bye bye Hydra and hello the western shore of the Argolic Gulf. Adventure was in store.
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