Saturday

.... was spent doing all those arduous things you do on holiday - for a start, breakfast across the road takes about an hour and 20 minutes and I finally tried some honeycomb - very sweet and also a bit chewy!

Every day I have the figs and some dates - dates like we would only afford at Christmas when I were a lad like and, each time I eat the figs, I can hear Sian Phillips's voice from the 1970s BBC series 'I, Claudius' whispering "Don't eat the figs" to those she didn't want to get poisoned as she tried to bump off her husband, the Emperor Augustus.  She finally succeeded in her aim, but only by painting the poison on to the figs while they were still on the tree - Augustus thought that, if he picked the figs himself, they'd be OK.  How wrong you can be when the missus has it in for you!

Anyway, I don't appear to have been poisoned by them just yet!

Still, enough of this. We then spent some considerable time shopping.  I've discovered one of the reasons why the Greek economy is struggling - they are lovely people, but they talk even more than Graeme does, such that nothing gets done. We were invited to take ouzo and coffee by the mother of our breakfast waitress in the local fashion shop (we were there for about 45 minutes) and invited to have a glass of water in the Pandora shop.

Finally, exhausted, we realised that we would need a pit stop on the way back at the corner bar where TV sets abound from every angle.

Mythos is definitely the draught beer - is there any other?  It sells here for the equivalent of £2.36 a pint.