Saturday night Symi
I was hoping for a lie in on Sunday as we’d been out quite late on Saturday, but the cat had other ideas. So I thought I would use this unusual time of morning (6.45) on a Sunday to prepare a blog post for today and then take the rest of the day to myself to work on a book or something. Actually, it wasn’t that late a night by some standards, we got home just after midnight; there are some (no names mentioned) who think nothing of heading home in the dawn-light after a good night out on Symi – and when you’re on holiday, why not? Or even when you’re not on holiday, why not?
Anyway, we’d been down to Yialos with the godsons as one of them has just turned 13, so it was our treat for a night out in the big city. This involved a walk around the harbour so we could watch the big super-yachts come in. The Vava I and II were both in; apparently they are owned by Ernesto Bertarelli, an Italian-born, Swiss businessman And philanthropist. Very impressive boats and it was good to see the harbour busy with many other boats, especially at the west end.
After present buying (new Croc flip-flops) Dinner was at the Dolphin Restaurant, otherwise known as Vasilis and Rachael’s pizzeria by the bridge. This is a good place to watch the world go by and also, when there is something on the festival stage in the town square, it’s a good place to sit and listen, or even watch. I’ve seen shows from a table there with a better view than if I had been in the audience. It’s also worth going for the food, of course! Pizzas, pasta, salads and all homemade, you can see Vasilis in the kitchen throwing the dough around. The prices are good: Three pizzas (two of them large, and here large means large!), one large garlic bread (like a pizza), a salmon pasta, one litre of wine, water and two soft drinks for under €58.00 – that’s a dinner for four, by the way, not just me.
After that there was an insistence for ice-cream so we wandered over to the ice-cream and cake shop in post office square. (I did see the name on the street plaque but I can never remember it.) Here you have ice-cream by the scoop and if you ask for a small one they think you are joking and you end up with a large one anyway, for the same price as a small one. Again, the prices are good, three large tubs for €6.00 and it’s nice ice-cream. Someone had a double with cookie-dough and peanut (and it did taste like peanuts), someone else had chocolate with hazelnut and I went for a simple vanilla with chocolate chips in it.
After that, we admired the taxi rank for 25 minutes and then went to catch the bus. There are only a few taxis on the island of course, and things do get busy at the site of year. But here’s a tip. If you are waiting for a taxi, wait in the taxi parking area, where there’s a shelter and where everyone can see you are waiting. Don’t sit on the quayside opposite and then expect everyone to believe you’ve been waiting for a taxi and were first in the queue – everyone will assume you’re making it up and you won’t get yourself a good reputation. Worse, you might get a mouthful of malakarisms – especially at night; how does anyone know you’re waiting for a cab, and not just sitting over there for the fun of it? Anyway, the bus was busy but we were able to watch the new television and the advertising display on the way up; a kind of Symi in-flight movie.
And so to the square for one on the way home, chat with friends, the boys off to their home after another drink and a play in the square and the end of a lovely evening. Knackered to bed at 12.30 and the Alarm Cat setting itself off at 5.45. Lovely.