This morning hubby and I got up early and started walking this beautiful Port Town. We could smell the fresh sea air. We headed straight for the sea and took a few photos along the way. Every where we look seems like a postcard scene.
We had a coffee and made a couple of friends. The first was a lady working in a cafe who, just quietly, was a little scary looking at first. The type of woman who would suffer no fools (probably says more about us than her)
For example she came up to me and said “wifi?” in a gruff voice, asking if I wanted to use wifi. That was nice but it was almost like she’d said “you’re going to get wifi whether you want it or not”.
I said “Oh yes thank you” I replied and she just grabbed my phone from my hands and did it herself, all the while with a serious face. But by the time we left we were chatting away and I have to add the coffee we had there was so good! I’m starting to build a love for Greek Coffee.
Next stop was the supermarket and the woman there happened to be from Melbourne, Australia! So we chatted away and exchanged stories. She still has a strong Aussie accent but has been here in Greece for about forty years. now.
People in this town are just so friendly. They love to talk and love it even more if you love the things that are precious to them, such as their town and customs.
After breakfast we drove up to the Castle here. I was hoping to walk up to it. The walk is supposed to be a little grueling but I’d still like to do it. Maybe tomorrow.
The next pics were taken outside of our apartment. Look how narrow the streets are!
The first two above were taken from our apartment balcony.
When we got up to the castle we found a sign that said it was closed on Mondays… and someone added “and any other day they don’t feel like opening”
I hope that’s not true!
I do expect it will be open tomorrow and I’m looking forward to seeing it.
We managed to get some good photos from up there though and talked to some tourists from Vancouver who had also made the trip up there.
Next stop was hubby’s father’s home town. It’s a small village on a mountainside. It’s about fifty kilometres from Nafpaktos but takes about an hour and a half to get there because most of the way is on windy, hilly roads.
I don’t know how anyone would want to make this trek!! How do people choose to live in such places! We were so high up and the views were spectacular though.
We found this interesting church when we were almost at the town. It’s not used, but we just had to stop and photograph it when we saw it. We even found an open window and tooks photos inside. I hope we haven’t just put a curse on ourselves. There was something about it that was also eerie.
The town is so quaint but unfortunately we didn’t see another soul there. I took a couple of photos of the square. I would have loved to have seen it when it was alive with people.
And as we drove down, we shared the road with goats and cows. Both weren’t happy about having to share and certainly not in a hurry to get out of the way or off the road.
We drove down the death road – I was so happy to be back on flat land again – and decided to visit Patras. None of us had been there before so we didn’t really have a plan.
We crossed the Rio bridge paying the, in my opinion, exorbitant toll. Over thirteen Euro’s.
It was a pretty interesting looking bridge though.
We found a restaurant close to the water. It was a pretty place but unfortunately where we were, we had no views. They looked after us though and as always, the food was soo good. For the record, I wasn’t looking for Moussaka!
As we drove back over the bridge the sun was setting and the views over the water were really pretty. I tried to take some photos from the car.
I was really excited because our next stop was to catch up with a Facebook friend. We had connected recently because she is a distant relative and it was so nice to meet her in person and share a drink and some stories together.
Betty I hope we get to do that again soon! Thank you for your lovely company.