I'm still 'dining out' on stories from my last weekend - the outing to Methana. In completing our circuit of the nearly island, we passed through Vathi, a small harbour and town on the north coast. Having passed through the edge of it my humans took a wrong turn and ended up on the dead end road around the little fishing port - the place where there are some tavernas and the smell of frying fresh fish.
What a fortuitous accidental wrong turn! (I can't find an exaggerated eye-roll catface emoji.)
It's picture-squew
THEY sat outdoors and ate some anchovies, a squid and some 'horta' (green stuff). I was told to guard the van. Do you detect some fundamental inequity here? The amount of time I spend on van guarding duty doesn't seem to be appropriately rewarded. My lunch came out of a foil pouch with the cartoon of a grinning cat on it.
Stupid grinning cat.
Wherever we were sat we all watched 4 humans on a boat untangling fishing net and extracting all sorts of by-catch that the local cats quickly carried off to examine more closely in undisturbed places.
Squid consumed (and paid for) my humans returned and we headed back for the road, pointed the van at home and shouted 'giddyup'. There was a cave en route that F wanted to investigate but it involved another walk by the look of it so Mr B declined to stop (ha - now she knows what it feels like....) and before too long we were traversing the rackety bridge in the other direction and following the signs (this time) to get to Athens by non-motorway routes.
We did discover why Gurgle was so confused on the way out - some bridges have been washed out on the Old National Road. That's a bit Wild West don't you think? The wagons had to be rerouted further upstream to alternative bridges and explains our experience on the way towards Methana. We know this because we ignored a few of the road closed signs, drove around the end of them and went for a closer look at one of the damaged bridges.
It wasn't illegal - people do live down there and still have to get in and out to and from their homes clustered on the banks of the river that must have attacked the bridges in a fit of ravaging flood one day. Worrying no?
Cathi is lovely. We go for squid and Horta too, with an ouzo
ReplyDeleteWorrying, Yes.
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ReplyDeleteI do hope that pouch contained some of that sardines and squid??!! There definitely ought to be at least that as salary for van guard duties... is there a union adisory for guardees of transportations??? The wee port definitely looked lovely and nothing is as entertaining as watching others at their work... as for floods, yes. Yet folk still insist, like with volcanoes, to build their homes where the risk is high. I can understand not wanting to leave the village or town - but surely higher ground - like your satellite?! hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xxx
If there was anything derived from fish in that pouch it was cleverly disguised. Re flooding - strangely the river was in a deep ravine, so the amount of water required the wash out the road part of the bridge must have been immense, and contained (which maybe why it had the power; spread out over a fllod plain it would quickly have dissipated its power for destroying bridges and just go around them. That bit of Greece is mountain and see mainly so ravines are kind of the norm. xxx Mr T
DeleteI hate for you to run out of new stories from your adventures and do hope you have another adventure planned to keep getting new places to show us. I love the camera squew pics.. now i wonder if i have a squew on my phone.. lol... sorry you had van guard duty and were not appropriately paid.
ReplyDeleteOh how lovely to sit, eat and enjoy the view
ReplyDeleteI like that top photo - the place looks so peaceful, and a perfect spot to stop for a bite to eat (sorry, Tigger, that you had to miss out). Definitely a happy accident :)
ReplyDeleteThe photos show a lovely place to visit! Love the harbor shots...
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