Island hopping continues south
31.05.2007 - 04.06.2007 30 °C
Our final night in Mykonos was spent at war with the campsite locals. We awoke at about 3am to find the light sound of buzzing in our tent was coming from approximately 15 perpertraitors. Obviously sneaking in behind Steve's toilet break we fought the mosquitos to the death. It was a rigorous bloodbath which has now left our tent stained like a warzone. We survived, not so much can be said of the enemy.
On the old campsite shuttle bus we chatted to our neighbouring tent occupants, a very friendly pair of German cousins. Comparing mozzy bites we seem to have come off rather well to their combined total of more than 100 to our measly 15 (one per culprit).
In the old port, armed with the new photographic equipment we were ready for new surrounds.
Paros - 31 May
Tea has now become a challenge in polite requests on ferry rides, Camilla obviously having it down to a tea (pardon the punn) where the objective is to arrive on the boat with teabags in pocket and scoring free hot water and milk. Arriving revived in Paros we were determined to bypass the sprukers on the port flogging their studio apartments and make our way to the seaside campsite. Almost out of their clutches a resilient holder-on very politely offered a look at his room (with view, balcony and fridge) for only 6 euros more than camping. We are only human and the temptation was overwhelming.
Agreeing in an instant to make the most of a 20 euro per night accommodation overlooking Paros harbour we ended up remaining for 4 nights. We discovered over our days of relaxation, exploration and over consumption that it is very easy to slip into holiday mode in the Greek Islands.
Downing paragraphs of Dan Brown's 'Digital Fortress', local wine, sauteed fresh octopus and the daily sunset we came to the conclusion that if we don't pick up the momentum we will not leave. The difficult decision was how?
Let us introduce you to our new Greek Island choice of transportation. A 50cc (read: totally gutless) ATV quad bike fully equipped with an arse numbing seat, bone crunching suspension setup and airconditioning. It came as no surprise that within minutes of commencing our first uphill ascent Camilla needed to hop off and walk beside, coaching Steve and the vehicle all the way with comments such as 'Catch up' and 'Is that all you've got!' Needless to say the 150km long circumnavigation of the island was at a pace which allowed full enjoyment of the stunning scenery.
Paros is littered with tranquil bays, small villages and hills covered in lavendar and colourful flowers. In contrast to Mykonos, Paros is a quiet town with narrow whitewashed streets, the longest siesta in Europe and very friendly locals. A source of endless amusement was the sound of the ferry horn as they approach the harbour. With the vivid image still in mind of the sprukers lining the port Camilla would call at the top of her lungs (regardless of location) 'GET YOUR TOURISTS, COME GET YOUR TOURISTS, FRESH FROM THE FERRY'. Undoubtedly there is some truth in the affect the maritime signalling requirement has on local merchants as it can be heard from far and wide.
Leaving Paros was not desirable yet our appetite has been aroused to explore the neighbouring Naxos, reputedly the greenest and most striking of the central cyclade islands.