You just donâ€™t get that kind of hospitality in other places
The hotel does a weekly Greek night which is fantastic, the food was amazing and they play Greek music and have dancers. As expected they loved getting the guests up to join in with the dances. I am usually rather nimble but on a full stomach and in havianas I looked like a spazzy penguin. Of course they zoned in that I was on my own straight away. Just before the interval they picked prey for the â€˜surpriseâ€™ dance event. Awesome, try as I may I could not wrestle my arm from Spiros and I was escorted off the basement changing room.
On Sunday I decided it was time to chill so lay by the pool and recovered from a hangover. I had a beautiful view of the mountains and by the end of the day felt fully refreshed and ready to face to world again. On Monday, I packed all my worldly possessions into a suitcase and headed off the the port to catch a ferry to the mainland. This also heralded a thankful farewell to the Matiz which I dumped and gave a â€˜so longâ€™ kick to at the airport. I am not sure what it is about me and cars but any arrangement requiring me to locate and aquire a car seems to be fraught with difficulty. Arriving at the port of Igoumensia I looked down the main road.