As the afternoon slipped into evening we left the balcony and wandered into the town and walked for a while around the harbour until we came across a small restaurant busy with local people. This is always a good sign so we went inside and selected a place well away from the men who were smoking and coughing in the corner.
It was busy and at the next table was a middle-aged man who was alone and wanted to talk about island hopping. I think I could travel solo if I had to and I don’t imagine the days would be too difficult but it might become a bit tedious at night when it comes to dining and drinking alone so we were happy enough to chat along with him for a while and keep him company.
But after a short time it became clear exactly why he was travelling alone because it has to be said, he was rather boring . He was a total anorak who had an encyclopaedic knowledge of the Greek island ferry schedules and he was able with complete accuracy to tell us the names of all the ferries, the sailing times and the names and addresses of the crew members on the boats that he thought we might find useful if we were travelling onward.
He was a helpful sort of chap but he had strange advice about wine and recommended buying it in quarter litres to save having to waste any if half a litre may be too much. Before we could explain that there really was really no chance of that he finished his meal, excused himself and moved on. More people to bore solid in the bar down the street I suspected.
In the morning I negotiated the sale of the water that I had unnecessarily purchased the previous day with the owner of the rooms. I made a significant loss on the deal but at least I got some of my money back and I was happy with that and as part of the deal she let us keep the room for an hour or so after official check out time. We used it to sit again on the balcony and enjoy what little weedy sunshine there was.
In Greece they do this to stop dogs urinating up the door. The reflection puts them off apparently, they can see for themselves just how ugly they are. What a shame it is necessary to take such trouble. Dog owners everywhere are so inconsiderate.
After leaving the room and upon recommendation we found a simple gyros bar and before catching the ferry back to Skiathos enjoyed one of the finest street food meals of the week. Maybe of the last twenty years in Greece. I may have to think about that. A chicken gyros with all the trimmings. Cheap too. I liked that.
Well, this was absolutely divine and I am not knocking all of the restaurants and tavernas that we had eaten in so far but it just might have been the best meal of the week. We drooled over it, we described it to each other in ever-increasing gastronomic superlatives and we mopped our plates clean. Then we moved on.
The two islands are very close but we left Skopelos in sunshine and arrived back in Skiathos under heavy grey skies. No rain though so that was a bonus. After taking the bus back to the apartments we just squandered the rest of the day away, reading, playing cards and surveying the skies in the way that English people do, obsessed with the weather as we are.
We dined at the taverna on site. Not on the menu but I had asked if there was a possibility of lamb chops and the owner had made a special shopping trip to accommodate me. I really like those skinny lamb chops that you get in Greece and tonight I wasn’t disappointed.
Final day. Sun shining. What a relief, this is what we travel to Greece for, blue skies, crisp views and gentle waters. We took the boat taxi into town for a final time. A little more expensive than the bus but worth it for the views.
Land of the Giants…
We steered clear of the main street with all the shops, even Kim was all shopped out by now and strolled once more through the crooked streets of the Plaka, the old town, looking for door picture opportunities. After we had completed our mission we had a leisurely drink at a harbour side bar and then walked the two and a half miles back to the accommodation, enjoyed lunch, wasted the afternoon away and waited to be transported to the airport.
Back home, we prepared our expenses claim and submitted it to travel company TUI. To my amazement they settled up for our essential item purchases in just a few days including the wine and beer. I guess no one was available to translate the mini market receipt printed in Greek. I wished that I had bought more.
One follow up story. I told me son about the holiday and the hotel and gave it my recommendation. Four weeks later he booked a holiday there. On arrival he texted me to say that he had been given a room upgrade when he told them about our visit and the owner had been so happy he made the switch. That is Greek hospitality for you. I did leave a very good review so perhaps that helped.
It is unlikely that I will ever go back to Skiathos but twenty-three years later I had enjoyed my second visit to the island.