Well, I’ve spent a day in Paleochora and I’m beginning to feel that I’ve exhausted its possibilities. But never mind.
I had a leisurely start to the morning – up at 8:30 or so, breakfast a bit after 9, did some blogging, and at about 11 o’clock ventured out to take some more pictures and explore a bit more. You can see some of the pictures at the top of this post. The exploration didn’t take long – I was having a cappuccino just before noon (according to Italian practice, cappuccino must always be drunk in the morning, never afterwards). Then, to make sure I hadn’t missed anything, I explored all over again, but failed to find anything new.
I did find the bus station, however. Obviously this was where the bus stopped when I arrived, but at that time I was more concerned with recovering all of my luggage and then finding the hotel. Finding the bus station is important for when I escape leave on Saturday morning.
I then decided to go and sit on a beach, and perhaps even have a swim. This involved going back to the hotel and changing into my swimming costume, and also involved buying a towel – the hotel aren’t happy at the idea of their towels being taken to the beach. So that all took up some time, and what with a late-ish lunch I was heading to the beach at about 2 o’clock. The temperature in the town – actually, I’ll start calling it a village – was hot, a bit over 30ยบ, but there was a stiff wind coming off the sea and straight onto the sandy beach. This actually made it feel pretty cold, especially sitting under a sun shade. The idea of sitting out in the sun was appealing but would have been silly, I think – even though it didn’t feel hot the sun was still shining fiercely, and there are limits to the effectiveness of the factor 30 sun cream I’m using. I did however get into the water; my first swim in the Med for a few years. It was fun at first making my way through the waves breaking onto the rising beach, but the bottom seemed to be of variable depth and I realised that I seemed to be being drawn further and further out. So I scrambled back towards the beach which actually took a bit more effort than I had expected, and made my way back to the lounger I’d bagged, feeling (if truth be told) a little relieved to be on dry land again. Treacherous stuff, the sea.
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