Friday 9 September 2011
Before leaving our free camping spot in Kakovatos, Nicole attempted to get Internet one last time to check for messages about the ferry tickets—Mission Impossible style. Watching an employee of the hotel gardening the front yard area, she patiently waited until he was away from a flight of outside stairs. Once he was looking away she dashed onto the stairs and tried to connect, but to no avail. Nicole stealthily returned to the car moments before the man returned to the foot of the stairs.
“Let’s keep an eye out for Camp Apollo,” said Dian. It’s a good thing she looked up from her Camping International book because there not 100 meters away was a sign for Camp Apollo Village. We turned in and took a long back road until we finally reached the site. It was a charming old camp founded in 1956, with eaves for cars to park under, all the amenities anyone could ask for, and a sign cautioning cars to slow for turtles (‘caretta caretta’)! The camp staff informed us that turtles could be seen coming onto the shore and hatching their eggs at around four or five in the morning, and we decided to stay with the plan to see one.
Charles redeemed part two of his birthday coupons from Nicole – “Souvlaki in Greece”! All agreed they were delicious, and they went smashingly well with Greek salad and fried feta and tomatoes. It being the off-season, we were the only ones in the camp restaurant. It was a delicious dinner, and with bellies full we went straight to bed in anticipation of waking up to seek out "caretta caretta."
“Let’s keep an eye out for Camp Apollo,” said Dian. It’s a good thing she looked up from her Camping International book because there not 100 meters away was a sign for Camp Apollo Village. We turned in and took a long back road until we finally reached the site. It was a charming old camp founded in 1956, with eaves for cars to park under, all the amenities anyone could ask for, and a sign cautioning cars to slow for turtles (‘caretta caretta’)! The camp staff informed us that turtles could be seen coming onto the shore and hatching their eggs at around four or five in the morning, and we decided to stay with the plan to see one.
We all took shifts either blogging or swimming in the beautiful Ionian Sea, which acted more like a sea we were used to than any other thus far, with sandy beaches and crashing waves. In the bar where we set up computer camp we heard a Greek version of “All Along the Watchtower” which was not half bad, throwing banjo into the standard Greek instrumentation.
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