Travel Writer Tigger - .... Nafplio

It is spelled NAUPLIO, but according to pronunciation guides in modern Greek U after E pronounced V and U after A is pronounced F.

So autokinito - is aftokinito  (that's car to you and me), and to avoid English speakers making idiots of themselves, Nauplio is transliterated into Nafplio - and then everyone understands where you are going on your road trip.  (And ships which would be things nautical in English, are naftika in Greek.) 

After lunch in Argos, our little aftokinito carried us off in the direction of Nafplio whence we arrived far too early to check into our apartment and my humans made the remarkable decision to go and hang out at a beach.  

Now there's a surprise!  

It is a surprise actually because it is unlike F to go on holiday and not have planned more days full of stuff to do than days to do it all in.  However, we parked in the shade of some eucalyptus trees and 'hung out' with all the car doors open and a gentle breeze sliding through like a silk scarf on bare skin (I can only guess what that's like but F wanted to put that in there - I try to imagine a silk scarf against my nose), just napping in the shade.

Our apartment was ready at 1700 and I had my diary full for the next hour or so doing my hotel inspector job.  It checked out OK:

White linen and towels (check)

Comfortable bed (check)

Big TV, anti-mozzy plug-ins, place in the bathroom for my pellet tray, (check, check & check)

We also had a decent sized courtyard described as a private garden, and it had stairs going up to street level, where the view across the road was of countryside and distant hills.  At the street the stairs turned back and went to an upper apartment which also deserved an inspection but every time I sauntered casually up the stairs a human would swoop on me...;  dash for the stairs, swoop; sit under the bike at the bottom of the stairs and pretend to be unconcerned by stairs, only to be swooped upon if I happened to be drawn in the direction of the stairs.

By the time I had exhausted all my manoeuvres for scaling the stairs, my humans had gone out for some food, brought it back, and eaten it sitting at a table in our courtyard, drunk some wine that miraculously appeared out of a box in the back of the aftokinito, and decided to sit on the step in the gateway at the top of the stairs and watch the sun set.  So I sat with them and watched it too. I had to forgive all the swooping, they had let me eat a whole tin of human grade tuna.  (I decline to eat tuna flavoured catfood, but savour the relatively few opportunities I get to eat the good stuff.)

Apricot

Rose Blush

Dusted Vermillion

Portrait in Pink Light

She does rubbish selfies....

After the sun had set we went indoors and tried to blog but the internet connection let us down, so I dictated and F scrawled notes that I will make her type up when we get home,