I first went to the Greek island of Kos in 1983 and I liked it so much that I went back again in 1989. This time I went with my brother and we stayed in the party resort of Kardamena.
We had a budget priced apartment on the edge of the town and we made friends with a single parent family of dad and two sons. During the course of the week we hired pedalos and bicycles and also a flame red Suzuki Jeep for a day.
We didn’t go far and limited ourselves to driving across the island to the island capital. The journey was not by the most direct route and took about an hour through all the coastal villages and then through the unexpectedly green plains lying in the shadow of the soaring mountain peaks with the main crops being grapes, almonds, figs, olives, and tomatoes along with wheat and corn and although the harvest was long since past there were still fields of straw like a golden sea of waving champagne next to exhausted black stunted vines and golden melons the size of footballs ripening in the sun.
Kos is much changed now, I last went there in 2012, the seafront was rather shabby, the harbour full of working fishing boats, the civic buildings in need of some repair and the ancient monuments rather run down and decrepit. We spent an afternoon wandering around the town (it is a city now) and then we made our way back across the interior back to Kardamena.