Good evening all,
And so I am back from my travels yet again, this time to Kavos on the Greek Island of Corfu for those that did not read along last week - Naughty Naughty! And what a week it has been; There has been Holiday Hotties, Ocean Occurrences and Bathroom Bust-ups, but all has been in good taste.
Last week I wrote about the journey to our holiday apartments and how they were much nicer than the dreaded anticipation of a 2-star, out-of-season-getaway usually is. An improvement further to the situation was the hot barman whom looked very much like Mr. Grey 2015 himself - Jamie Dornan, of whom I am a big fan. However not as much as Miss Tweedle-Dee and after snapping a few secret pics of the poor bloke I started to question whether she was still into the female variety or not!? Nevertheless the holiday was good fun and for the first three or four days we just got up at whatever time we felt, going to the pool and alternated between there and quick trips to the sea/beach which as I said previously, would not have looked out of place in Clacton.
On Wednesday we were invited to BBQ at the Hotel we were staying at by the Scottish owner and her gorgeous son and no word of a lie this was more of a BBQ than I think I have ever had. Steaks the size of my head and sausages the size of my arm, literally. So much food and such small bellies. But we took a keen interested in the cocktail list did Miss Tweedle-Dumb and I. Ordering as many cocktails as we could handle we chatted casually amongst other guests as we ate, laughed and enjoyed the company. Many a strange and jovial story was shared over the table that night and subject of conversation ranged from 'Very Hairy Ladies' to Poo, all of us throwing in our own anecdote or two for good measure.
The following morning, with fuzzy heads we decided to get the local bus into Corfu Town, about a mile down the other end of the island to Kavos. We would have otherwise headed into Kavos but the fact that there was extremely little there to see and even less to do out of season was a reason to avoid it. Corfu Town however was lovely and I was unexpectedly pleased with how pretty the harbour areas looked. Big ships and cruise-liners stretched out along the shores and in the distance you could still make out mainland Greece. Little tug boats and small fishing vessels also littered the coast as we walked around paroozing the local shops and stalls for something to spend our pennies on. On arrival home that night back to the hotel I really felt as though I had bought well for my money and after bartering the price of a faux designer handbag and couple of pairs of sunnies I knew I had a good deal. A multitude of other items have been brought back with me from holiday however I am hasten to add that the majority of that is food. The coach journey back was long though and since it was a local bus and our hotel was down a dodgy dirt track, we knew we would not be dropped off anywhere nearby to where we needed. And so I took it upon myself that once close to the entrance to our hotel's road I would simply ask the driver to stop so we could get off. However in pitch black of nine-at-night, with Miss Tweedle-Dee's anxious predisposition and Miss Tweedle-Dumb's feeling rather travel sick I knew we were all relying on me to stop this thing! And so that is what I did. turning a corner I saw the bins we had previously hailed the bus down at that morning and so alerted the driver we would like to depart in the only way I knew how.
"STOP! Stop the bus!" I yelled out loud as if I had some sort of undiagnosed bus Tourettes. Immediately the bus stopped dead in its bumbling tracks and allowed us to get off but not before the conductor asked us if we were sure.
"Are you sure you want to get off here?" the Greek Conductor said questioningly in broken English, a look upon his face as if to say "there is nothing around here". I nodded and proceeded to help Miss Tweedle-Dee, Miss Tweedle-Dumb and I off the bus.
Friday we had opted for an excursion and much to our excitement it was yet again on a boat. Previous years holidays have seen The Tweedles and I embark on many a boat trip in our time from the glass-bottomed boat of 2013'S Trip to Majorca or maybe the Pedalo that existed in our first girls holiday in Fuerteventura. As we placed our towels in our bags and slipped into something easy over our bathing suits I wondered what ship would i be this time. I was hoping for a Kardashian styled Yacht although I am sorry to report that this was not the case as many many other people wanted to go on said trip and so a larger boat was required. Oh and I s had hoped for sunbathing on the bow! Getting on and getting a set was a dilemma and a half but once we spotted a little section on the starboard side we immediately took it and never left for fear of seat stealing. First stop was some scenic caves and coves that rumoured to belong to Poseidon, the Greek god of the ocean. In honour of us exploring Poseidon's cave dwellings we lived it up with a little boat party, music blaring and everyone on their feet clapping and dancing, I felt more on a Kavos holiday out at sea than I ever did in the small town of Southern Corfu. Next stop however I was very much looking forward to - Some of the clearest waters in the world off the coast of a small island called Paxo. Clear water as see-through as a swimming pool was warm and deep but forever and gloriously turquoise in colour. It felt as though I was in the Caribbean with water so clear. But as I approached the Stern of the boat, bikini clad and in all my slightly tanned glory I asked the question - Can I just jump off?
Crazy as it sounds I wanted to do it. I was scared as I was greeted with a Greek smile and a helping hand to the edge of the boat. Standing on the edge of the boat, legs on the opposite side of safety I looked back to see if the girls were filming and taking pictures. If I couldn't have my Kardashian styled Yacht I might as well have a styled out photo showing me having the time of my life. Nervous of the jump I looked back towards the blue hues of the ocean and took a deep breath before I simply stepped off the edge. A scream, a heart-stopping drop and a salt water plunge into the blue later and I resurfaced. Everybody on the boat was now looking at me! "Mission Accomplished" I thought, although as a huge Titanic enthusiast I wondered that if I was scared at that relatively short jump and plunge into warm and clear waters, I could only imagine what it was like in April 1912 when hundreds of people had little choice but to make that same move from a far higher standing Titanic into the below-freezing temperatures of the black Atlantic.
I was joined soon after in the warm waters by my Tweedles, Miss Tweedle-Dee and Miss Tweedle-Dumb although after loosing my cherished and much loved flower headband to the sea and swimming frantically to get away from the suction under the boat I had inadvertently given myself an asthma attack and with no inhaler or medication on-board I was scared. Swimming constantly and desperate to catch a breath of air and not salty sea water caught me off guard and only exacerbated the situation more. Slowing down I tried to keep calm as Miss Tweedle-Dee and Miss Tweedle-Dumb took the safe bet of just using the boats steps to get into the clear sea. Petrified I tried not to make a fuss but was secretly struggling to gain breath and to swim against the current. So it didn't help when Miss Tweedle-Dumb and I were about to get run over by another bigger tourist ship coming into dock. After attempting to swim out to the sandy beach which seemed a lot closer than it was Miss Tweedle-Dumb and I were accepting to the fact that we just were not going to make it there and back in time before our ship left. However when a liner slightly bigger than ours drops anchor meters from us and with the suction of now several ships in the areas trying to drag us back under water I mustered up what little strength I had left to swim back against the currents to our ship.
Back on board we dried off and headed to our final stop, a small, very French Rivera looking harbour where we had a chance to have a bite to eat, albeit surrounded by sickly-looking stray cats, and a quick look around the shops there before heading back home to the hotel.
For the rest of the holiday we chilled out, relaxed and looked forward to going back home to Blighty. I am much glad I am at home now, although not so sure I will be drinking the water in foreign countries any-more as all I have seen of my flat since landing has been my bathroom. Welcome Home eh?!
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
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