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Ithaca – Rachi
Today we walked to my most favourite place on Ithaca…a teeny tiny place called Rachi, where all there is to do is stop at the mini market that the locals use as a bar, and sit outside listening to the … Continue reading
Ithaca, here I come!
I started my day in the office with my fingers in the beard of a man I’ve met once before, trying to establish if there was enough growth to house a shrew. I finished the day removing clothes from my … Continue reading
A week off work
It’s been a while since I posted as I had a whole week off work :o) It was lovely and I won’t bore you with all the details, just give you the highlights: On Sunday I did a course – … Continue reading
Ithaca holiday – additional bits
I came home in the end rather than hiding out in the big villa I mentioned in my last post. I think I’d rather still be perfecting my snorkeling (who am I kidding? – getting to grips with a leaky … Continue reading
Ithaca post 7 – goodbye
Tomorrow morning we leave :( Well, we should. As you would expect with me, not everything has gone to plan and this evening i discovered,as i attempted a shower that we only had a teeny dribble of water from the … Continue reading
Ithaca post 6 – Greek men
Before I came on holiday someone suggested I find myself a Greek man while I was here. I am happy to report I have found three. Their combined age is around 190. We have Costas who I mentioned the other … Continue reading
Ithaca post 5 – triathlon and a donkey
Today I did a triathlon. Pog style. First, I climbed up a mountain to a beautiful church (ok, we drove part way but mum and I climbed the last, hardest part). Second, I swum and snorkelled with the fishies (not … Continue reading
Ithaca post 4 – creatures of sea and land
On our first day here I did a rather daft thing. I booked myself on a day out on a boat involving lots of swimming and snorkeling. This was daft as I: 1 – get sea sick 2 – HATE … Continue reading
Ithaca post 3 – loveliness
Today I cycled to my most favourite place in the world. Three people slow clapped and cheered as I made it up the final hill (embarrassing, but the closest I will ever get to the tour de France!). It was … Continue reading
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