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| Leaving Savoti - with foot (Jayne's) |
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| ......and out to sea! |
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| Tom & Christine's beautiful boat |
Anyway, he said that we should contact Babi who, with his brother, owns the only taverna in the harbour. The town of Spartakhori is on top of a 200 foot cliff above the cove, with steps up to it. Jayne, Martin & Ros walked (climbed) up there in the evening for a beer but I stayed on the boat due to me poor ol’ back…which is now getting better. They said it was completely unspoilt and non-touristy. Wish I’d gone with them!
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| From the village |
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| We're down there somewhere! |
Tom said that Babi likes to supervise the mooring of all the boats and will bellow instructions as you come in, as well as jump on board to secure all the lines. And he did!
“Back, back, Capitain”, “Engine, Capitain”, “Forward Capitain”, “More thruster, Capitain” . No one’s ever called me Captain before. I liked it!
He’s a biggish, swarthy bloke and wore a red baseball cap, a heavy shirt and jeans. And it was 34 degrees! He ran around all day ‘helping’ the boats to moor – and there must have been at least 40 of ‘em!
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| Babi! |
Later that evening, when we went to his restaurant (I use that word loosely), there he was, still unshaven and in his jeans, but with a white shirt on - doing all the Maitre d’ stuff.
The tables are on a little shingle beach (the chairs slowly sink into it and the table gets higher and higher) with sort of shed-like barn behind it. With lots of fluorescent lights, of course. No menus or prices, you just go up to the glass display cases and choose what you want. It was great. The food was good, the atmosphere was lively and the setting was fantastic. Another perfect end to another perfect day!
Tomorrow, we’re off to a large sheltered bay to anchor for the night. It’s only about five miles away so we’ll chug over at about six knots, towing the tender. Then after that, it’s through the Lefkas canal and on to mainland Greece. Which should be fun!
Er...no....he wasn't calling you "Captain". Its was "Capitan". Which has a completely different connotation in Greece. Essentially it's Greek for "Tosspot"
ReplyDeleteIs Babi on some sort of Shirley Valentine mission perhaps? Which of the lucky ladies will win that competition then?. Presumably the one with the best sewing skills, since you may have noticed his jeans need mending. (and his other genes no doubt). And I notice also that he cooks, and so now we're back (predictably) to food......ho hum.
Well I was in Wales last week battling the elements in the Irish Sea. The sea wasn't "lumpy". Oh no.....it was "mountainous", but we survived without too much crap in the forepeak rattling from the shelves to the floor.
And landed a 50lb tope (shark to you) into the bargain! Try lifting one of those over the side in "mountainous" seas!! Eh?.....Brom knows! Oh.... And we had bacon sandwiches topped with tinned tomatoes, and a sausage, with pepper and salt, and some "Happy Shopper" baps. It was brilliant! The fucking frying pan landed on the floor though,but no real harm done, apart from sliding around on an oil slick for the rest of the day.
I have absolutely no idea where you are now, apart from some islands with funny sounding names.
Off to Nat Rothchilds 40th birthday bash.....a three day event.....in Porto Montenegro......can't be that far from you can it? There'll be loads of Ugliarchs from Russia, and hedge fund owners, and fancy women and all that. You'd hate it, but if I see you, I'll lob you some caviar over. Save you nicking it from the boat next door. Oh.... and I expect they'll be really loud as well. So it isn't really worth you coming after all.
Good photos by the way (Jayne)