Did someone say hot? Was like being steamed. Walking became syrupy, water was drunk like, well, water. We spent one night in what was likely the red-light district – but was a perfectly decent hotel – then stocked up in the morning with food and drink and set off...
We moored in a lovely bay with a taverna on the beach and some of us swam in for a coffee, while others of us just swam off the boat and generally lazed about in the sun. See? Whose life could this be? Surely not mine...
|Me trying to tie a bowknot|
In the evening, we took a water taxi from the boat round into the next bay, where Hydra Town itself is. For over 300 years, Hydra belonged to Venice (almost until the end of the 16th century) and you can see this in the style of the pretty townhouses. There are also a number of notable mansions here and fortifications left over from the Greek War of Independence from the Ottoman Empire. Rumour has it that Leonard Cohen has a place on Hydra. We ate dinner at Zefyros, which was cheap but delicious – choose lots of mezze plates and share. It's just down the furthest-left-hand street that leads off the harbour if you're standing with your back to the water.
What? We have to go back to Athens and fly home? In that case, please let's leave it to the last possible moment. Yay, everyone else feels the same and so we pootled on from Mandraki Bay to Egina, the island closest to Athens and so naturally a little busier, for a last swim in to a beach taverna, a last fizzy drink under a canopy while the hawkers come by trying to sell everything from watches to solar phone chargers. One of our party had a look at everything and
eventually just gave one of these men €10 but didn't buy anything – to the man's initial confusion and then gratitude.
Hello again, Athens. Maybe next time I'll get to see your sights (but only if it's at least 20° cooler...).
|Athens in the distance|