Day 44 (Thursday)
Arrived in Patras at about 6:30am. Patras is Greece’s third largest city and
literally means ‘door’ as it is the doorway to southern Greece. The ferry terminal was quite a modern
building where there were little offices for lots of ferry operators. The ferry to Sami in Kefalonia was operated
by Strintzis ferries, this was the only ferry operator we could not find. I set off to find the elusive company and
found their ticket booth about 1km further along the port but it was closed but
there were lots of cafes around where we could have breakfast.
I returned to Tracey and reported my findings and we decided
to decamp there, have breakfast and wait for the ticket office to open. I’m going to have another rant about the
Greek ferries now. Why don’t they put
all the ticket offices in one place? Or
at least provide signs to point you in the right direction. The information desk was also unmanned (rant
over).
During breakfast we were offered watches, dodgy DVDs and
lottery tickets. After a while we were
visited by various small children holding out their hands and rubbing their
tummies which was rather harrowing. The
children did look well fed, well dressed and clean and you could see their
mother in the distance looking on.
Unfortunately they wouldn’t take no for an answer and only ran off when
chased by the café owner.
The ferry office opened at 9:30am so we bought tickets and
trundled the long way back to the ferry terminal. At the terminal we discovered a lovely
rooftop café where we could have stayed. Doh!
At 3:30pm we finally arrived in Kefalonia. I assured Tracey that I was pretty sure where
our accommodation was so I left her again and went off in search. After 45 minutes I admitted defeat and we got
a taxi.
Regular readers of our blog will not be surprised to learn
that our accommodation in Sami is rather strange. We were met by a 10 year old girl who showed
us to our room and again we seem to be the only guests.
Day 45 (Friday)
Last night I started to feel a bit peculiar and put it down
to the long ferry journey but today I am no better so I’ll have to take it
easy. However, from my sick bed I
managed to negotiate a deal on a hire car to be delivered this evening. I started to feel a little better as the
morning progressed so we went downstairs to discover that the little girl has
been replaced by a small, scruffy, white, cute dog who greeted us
enthusiastically and walked with us part way along the road to Sami. Tracey is feeling fine and managed to polish
off a full English while I just had toast.
Tracey refuses to let me cut her hair so we went in search
of a hairdresser and eventually found one.
We went in and Tracey asked for a haircut, the lady couldn’t speak a
word of English and seemed reluctant to do it there and then despite the fact
that it was empty of other customers.
After lots of hand gestures we booked an appointment to have something
done tomorrow afternoon.
Upon our return to our apartment we were greeted by Lulu (we
know this is her name from other people’s reviews) but still no sign of any
humans. I’m a bit worried about who I
hand over the cash too. Will the little
girl return or do I just leave it with the dog?
Day 46 (Saturday – HAIRCUT DAY)
There are other guests in the hotel! They are two cats who must be German because
they were first to the sun loungers.
Off to the supermarket this morning to get supplies for the
arrival of Jane and Cris tomorrow. Beer
and wine were the main purchases.
Today is haircut day.
Tracey entered the salon and discovered the hairdresser had been joined
by another younger lady who had obviously been drafted in to translate but her
English wasn’t much better. I think
Tracey is pleased with the results although when she came out she went straight
into the shop next door and bought a hat.
We are very much looking forward to seeing our friends
tomorrow and we are hoping the accommodation we are moving into will be a
little more normal.
the German cats
Sami
Lulu the receptionist
the Jamie Lee-Curtis cut
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