Poseidon by night
I didn’t take many photos in the end, but last night (Tuesday) we were invited onto the Poseidon by Pat and Hazel to celebrate their birthdays. What can you say? Yiannis and his team are the perfect hosts, not only working an extra trip after their gruelling all-day work but remaining charming, professional, friendly and serving up a delicious buffet.
On this trip, we went to Taviri, the landing stage/bay at Nimos where Neil and I had our CP last year. There was a gulet boat in which moved its ropes for us and waved, and then the passengers spent the evening watching football. Our party was more of a party, with dancing, chatting, fun, food and, afterwards, a trip home in darkness so we could all ooh and ah at the display of stars and the Milky Way. [Note, must learn more constellations other than the usual three.]

We passed the new ANES boat which had just come in announcing its arrival with a blast of its horn, replied to by other boats doing the same. The last taxi boat of the day came back in at 18.30, but their work doesn’t stop there. There are then a good couple of hours of cleaning and tidying before the crew can go home, making their working day around 12 hours, I guess. The Poseidon crew must have worked at least 16 or 17, from preparing the boat in the morning to cleaning it up again at night – not that we left a mess, but getting all the salt off and that kind of maritime thing.

I have a bit more time to write today as the booze brothers are in the other room and are going out for the morning and probably the afternoon. We’re meeting up again this afternoon to prepare to go and watch some football match. I am only going for the atmosphere, and because Croatia are playing, and everyone I met there in March was so lovely I want to support them, but don’t tell the English or they’ll call me a traitor and take away my right to vote. Oh, they’ve already done that. Anyway…
Meanwhile… I’m wrestling with two pension companies to try and get my private arrangements sorted and paid and have to go and research a ‘protection certificate’ or something I think I don’t need, but best be sure. So, I’ll head off now and by the time you read this, people will either excitedly be ‘singing’ “Football’s coming home” or singing “England’s coming home” in a manner that suggests “Now shut the eff up about it, you lost, get over it.” Either way, I wish they’d stop doing it.


























