Saturday 11th September

 

11/09/04 Day 70

So we had this fancy and new alarm clock (which is now broken, blu) but neglected to turn it on. I think at about 8'SS, and was surprised to see us only 5 minutes away from another nights rent! This set the tone of our fast day 'back on the road'- Afraid, rushed, we washed...at recalling the counting, gelling d2 short, and but (cambridge came very easily (this is all on the Beach ostere pushes from Bryan). Then Heather (finally) got bored and headed off into Hat wilderness (to be added to the snake and waves incidents), while I became the new beach bum of our formidable partnerships. It was back to the sh-so-crowd Gyro pitta for lunch, up in the reception building watching Starsku and hutch (most amusing I must say - some quite subtie tok (or Americans). And then: "we're on the road again, we're on the road again".

The process of getting from Ayios Gordius to Brindisi was a sequence of contradictory statements concerning ferries (and we thought it would be the trains that caused us problems!). After walking the length of the port 3 times (I kid you not) (we boarded our 8:15 to "Ignanimutse"! Vaguely hopeful there would be a free ferry at the other end. Well never mind oh! I believe everything turned out for the best, despite the cost, and despite being on an atrocious over-night ferry with no seating whatsoever (we were headed into a discussal cinema).

It was quite talling, the way we left the PP. We arrived organized and snobbily scoffing at the whilst we up - we left, late, scruffy, tired and not wanting to leave the lazy chilled-out atmosphere. I practically had to drag brian out before he started to cry and cling on to the leg of sun favourite staff. It was really quite tragic. I left the beach because the sky started to cloud over - my walk was one of the best so far - I was in search of a village called Sinarades, which I had taken to my heart, and followed a footpath along the coast, pounding in the storm-threatened skortites. The track was dusty and in the thousand a left a car wished that way, steady ading it. This meant I could properly focus on the separy (Cope on the weekdays I would to be sun over). I consisted y gracious and casual view, the clay these top communicating, and the occasional Greek house with roped clothes, stray and charter from the garden of this Odyssus wrote I think I passed a fes employ, money, tourists, as the walk was divided in time of the way. The biggest excitement was (really the solution to the placenet mystery: the blue mat (rolled up under frees), located, here due fanaramica rote (the sea was pronounceably just flat!). And so all the trass in the class must have been down there (a amusing!). (On the front front, as the bus took from Corfu Isaw the cutest house with a vine outside and the biggest juicier bunches of grapes...)

Corfu town was a lot quieter the second time round and we had a nice meal at Pera Gardens (Ningyst we'd got ourselves in the mood) - I didn't was the Greeks ate beans-knobs (?) in a creamy sauce but apparently they do and it was very nice. The whole ferry debacle made me very angry - why can't everyone just check they are all giving out the same info? (Incidentally, did we mention the fact that the staff at the PP didn't was that day of the week it for? And furthermore, the ferry incident led to us having further thoughts that our interrail packets weren't all they seemed cracked up to be. At the port in Igonmemba (which we needn't have actually gone to!), the ferry company naming a particular write that night didn't seem to know much about it.... Upon leading the new ferry to brindisi the couple of backpackers in front of us and sat down in the cafe area and were quickly, before anyone respectable saw, herded off (along with us) and thrown onto a glorified broom cupboard, which we (barely) being used as a Store room, out of sight out of mind- Sound... At least it was warmer than the last one

I must have been feeling lazy, I missed out a lot! My pizza was excellent! like perfect pizza - cheese, ham, salami, peppers, mushroom and tomato (although the parsonage salami was debatable!).

Iqonmemista: Classic ferry port was a collection of individual agents, who had no idea of what the others were doing, leaving me to yo-yo between them trying to find some one to own up to the '18-30 exclusive'

So I really was sad leaving PP. As I cited the beach buildings for the last time I shared a little banter with the snobby chef, and then a passing greeting with the big dutch-bar-man. Aaaww! (BTW- I saw some classic action yesterday - the song of Club tops - when big blue german laid down the law to reckless young rookie recruit. Classic!