This was a sleepy little mountain village until the road train made it its watering-hole. One of my brother's favourite places in this area, we found it a bit limited as we could not see much from the train, and only had 20 minutes, admittedly a Greek 20 minutes, to get a drink and look round.
Below is the bar most of our colleagues headed to. This factor put us off, but when it is not full of noisy tourists, I am assured that Kostis has a warm welcome for everybody, and various locals, including musicians and ex-pats, gather here, and there is a lovely atmosphere.
So on this day, we preferred to head for this bar, which we had all to ourselves. Everything in Greek, no English, lots of sign language needed...
And here is the proprietress, who was genuinely sitting doing her tapestry as we arrived, but sprung into action to make us welcome, bringing not only drinks, but biscuits and assorted nuts, and an almond cake to take away. We are lucky she posed for a photo, as another lady in the village wouldn't.
This is the view looking to the right from the terrace of this second taverna, out over the peninsula.
Looking beyond the train, there is an official looking building, all marked up in Greek, from which a man in a suit emerged, carrying a briefcase. Awaiting clarification of what this is... Later found out that it is the town hall, and the man in the suit was probably Yianni the Dutchman... The building is manned two mornings per week, and on another morning is the doctor's surgery.
Just out of the village in another direction, yet another nice little church. The altar end is on the left, and the entrance and more interesting side would be on the right, beyond us to get to in the short time.
