Milos was pretty buzzy at Adamas port when we pulled in at four in the morning. A few bars were pumping funky Greek tunes. Exhausted and apprehensive about a roof over our heads, we wandered over to the slim room pickings offered by touts out early to fill rooms. We went home with a little old lady who Dave regarded with suspicion. She let us have a 3-bed room for 40euro which we later learnt was bargainous. The 'nanna suite' came complete with an elderly aroma, plastic covered furniture, cabineted knick-knacks and floral patterns of course. The little old lady fussed about the place and kept trying to up the price - 5 euro extra for aircon etc etc. We refused so she took the remote. Dave didn't trust her, and asked in jest if the flash Mercedes parked out front was hers. She almost fell over, replying with 'I go with the foot - no car!'. Dave still thinks it's hers. He tried to work out how many nights of extra aircon it took to buy that baby.
Our first day in Milos was pretty stagnant. We hired a scooter, keen to kick around but we kept getting lost. Milos is hard to navigate, roads aren't that well-connected and peter out into dirt tracks. We made our way on scooter all the way up to Pollonia, a touristic beach town. We stopped at the bakery and quickly became regulars. We went in three times in the next hour. We are diehard fans of their cheap pastries. They even gave us free chocolate cake with our first purchase. On the way home, we found the gorgeous natural caves of Phylakopi and did some exploration. We did a spot of out-of-bounds rock climbing and I vomited much owing to the pre-exertion treats.
To share a few hilarious horrors, I'll start with our trip to the beach Plathiena to watch a sunset. We saw an old lady waddling down a long road on the way down to the beach Firopotamos. She was too large to offer a scooter lift, so we hoped she didn't have far and went on our way. Returning to Plathiena later we passed her again, trudging down to the beach. She didn't seem wealthy and obviously had spent ages walking for a swimming outing. Wandering around taking pics pre-sunset, Dave had the misfortune to catch her starkers though and remains evermore scarred. In a little accident, we smashed up a front light on our hire scooter. Good news is Dave returned it with a poker face and they didn't even notice. Oh yeah, and we were both ok, pretty good huh? Alot of things in Greece are designed shoddily or left in a haphazard way. Dave cut himself on the dodgy broken glass at our next hotel in Adamas, Milos.
Milos is an island rich in minerals, featuring sulphur mines, catacombs and dotted with caves which people once, crazily enough, inhabited. Although Milo, pronounced with a soft 'o' in Greek means Milo, to Dave's Australian ear, he heard Milo and it got him lusting after that stuff in a green tin. He searched the island in vain for a Milo factory.
2 comments:
Ya gots dat boy summed up. The starvation anguish is a genetic thing. I get it aswell. I am jealous as fug of your adventurising... Keep ups thw writing!
I know your in spain... SPANISH POST PLEASE!
People should read this.
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