Ios Beach, and our taverna home for three weeks.
Two well tanned beach bums.
Our hosts in the taverna.
More British friends we met on the island.
Ios town.
Hiking the hills.
Mykonos, Greece
Drying octopus.
The beautiful windmills of Mykonos.
The lions of Delos.
The Parthenon, Athens.
The Sultan Ahmed or Blue Mosque, Istanbul
With Denis and Vicki from Yorkshire and Patrick from Tasmania.
The Hagia Sophia Museum
A fish restaurant on the Bosphorus Sea, Turkey.
And away we go.
Essaouira, Morocco
Smoking while eating tagine.
Berber entertainment,
Amazingly vibrant and hustling place.
I had visited the Cyclade Islands in 1975 and this time I wanted to see a couple of others. We chose Ios, a smaller less visited island south of Mykonos. After disembarking from the ferry we walked about the small whitewashed town trying to decide where to stay. We took a bus to the other side of the island to a crescent beach. The end where the bus stopped was fairly busy, but by walking along the shore towards the other end, we found less people and a little taverna at the far end. We liked the area so much and the people who ran the taverna we stayed for three weeks! We had a marvelous time relaxing and recouping from our tour across Europe. We hiked all over the island and met two couples from London, who were traveling together. The owners like us so much they saved the catch of the day for our dinner. At the end of the three weeks I had to do the calculation of the accommodation bill.
Next I revisited Mykonos, this time with Deb. We stayed in a small hotel for a few days and explored this beautiful village. We took a memorable day trip to the religious island of Delos. We boarded a round bottomed boat, which makes it easier to land in both harbours. We noticed a large number of buckets hanging from the superstructure of the cabin. The day was sunny and warm and the water calm, until left the sheltered harbour. Then it got really rough. Now we knew what the buckets were for. Deb and I did not get sick but many others did as the boats pitched and rolled in every direction thanks to the size of the waves and the round bottom. At times all you could see was water as we slide down a wave. Not being a confident swimmer, Deb was very nervous and apprehensive. We had a great tour of the island and its ancient relics, but unfortunately all Deb could think of was the ride back! Luckily that turned out to be less challenging and we survived.
By this point Deb and I had decided that we were not going to be able to travel for a whole year and go around the world, our dwindling resources wouldn't allow that. So we had a choice to make. We wanted to go to Egypt and Morocco, but our money and our remaining time on our six month return ticket to Toronto demanded a choice. We chose Morocco, which I am very glad we did, because it is an amazing place; but sadly we wanted to see the pyramids and had told all our friends to send the next batch of mail (snail mail - pre e-mail) to the main post office in Cairo. Oh well, couldn't be helped. We flew to Tangier and stayed for a couple of days before heading south to Marakkesh and Essaouira.
Next I revisited Mykonos, this time with Deb. We stayed in a small hotel for a few days and explored this beautiful village. We took a memorable day trip to the religious island of Delos. We boarded a round bottomed boat, which makes it easier to land in both harbours. We noticed a large number of buckets hanging from the superstructure of the cabin. The day was sunny and warm and the water calm, until left the sheltered harbour. Then it got really rough. Now we knew what the buckets were for. Deb and I did not get sick but many others did as the boats pitched and rolled in every direction thanks to the size of the waves and the round bottom. At times all you could see was water as we slide down a wave. Not being a confident swimmer, Deb was very nervous and apprehensive. We had a great tour of the island and its ancient relics, but unfortunately all Deb could think of was the ride back! Luckily that turned out to be less challenging and we survived.
By this point Deb and I had decided that we were not going to be able to travel for a whole year and go around the world, our dwindling resources wouldn't allow that. So we had a choice to make. We wanted to go to Egypt and Morocco, but our money and our remaining time on our six month return ticket to Toronto demanded a choice. We chose Morocco, which I am very glad we did, because it is an amazing place; but sadly we wanted to see the pyramids and had told all our friends to send the next batch of mail (snail mail - pre e-mail) to the main post office in Cairo. Oh well, couldn't be helped. We flew to Tangier and stayed for a couple of days before heading south to Marakkesh and Essaouira.
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