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I think I need to start this story about a year ago. Around Christmas last year a tiny seed of a travel idea germinated in my head.

Dodecanese, Greece

Nickjenkins
2003-11-20 16:38:39

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to complete the formalities and the female portion of the crew disappeared into the shower block with what sounded suspiciously like a stampede. After checking in with the Port Police we returned to the marina office, paid our fees (about 23euros) and organised for some water to be delivered to the quay. When we asked Nikos if he could recommend somewhere nice for lunch he smiled broadly and, gesturing to the extremely large restaurant attached to the marina office said "here ?".

We took him up on his offer and over an oven cooked haunch of lamb with saffron discussed plans for the evening. Someone would have to wait with the boat for our delivery of water but aside from that everyone seemed in favour of doing a little exploring. I elected to stay with the boat since I was pretty tired and didn't fancy walking about during the heat of the day and retired to Isis' cockpit with a book.

While waiting for the waterman I was able to contemplate the little brown suicidal doggy that seemed to be attached to the marina. This energetic little pup would lie in wait at the side of the marina and then sprint out at each car, van or motorbike that thundered by. It wasn't always clear if he was trying to chase the cars of jump in front of them but judging by the number that failed to squished him he was an expert in near car experiences.

Everyone returned to the boat by about 5pm and a couple of us went off for a swim at a tiny nearby beach on the approaches to Lakki. By about 7pm everyone was feeling peckish so we went off to hunt for a local taverna and found one no more than 500m up the road.

This taverna was the only disappointing meal of our entire trip but did provide some light amusement. Next door to the open verandah of the restaurant was a cement track with a kind of watered down go-cart for pre-school age, budding Greek racers. One poor Greek boy will probably forever ...