10/08/2012, Mourtos/Sivota
Christine said in her blog that she had a tune running through her brain all the time. This is the one that for some reason has stuck in mine.
"The heat is stifling
Burning me up from the inside
The sweat is coming through each and every pore"
I think that probably says it all.
The following lyrics don't apply, by the way! Well, only sometimes.
So go on - name that tune. No looking it up!
Answer
Nik Kershaw
Wouldn't It Be Good
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09/08/2012, Corfu Town
Aren't you a bit close? This was our view from the cockpit when we got up this morning after another disturbed night in San Stefanos. We're back in Corfu town where the road noise and airport fade into insignificance.
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09/08/2012, San Stefanos
Wednesday
As pretty and sheltered as San Stefanos is (and it really should be an idyllic location) I don't think we'll be in a huge hurry to come back. The ferries have slowed down since we were last here (economics not common courtesy) so the swell that nearly submerged the dinghy in our brief five minutes stay last year is much less of a problem. The restaurants are reputably good if more expensive and not particularly imaginative.
The holding seems to be good IF, and it's a big IF, boats can be bothered to put out enough chain and dig themselves in. Therein lies the problem. It's not a particularly big bay and everybody, but everybody, wants to come here.
All day the little rental boats and ribs pour in, most of them not bothering to slow down. Then, in the afternoon and evening, seemingly every sailing boat in the Ionian comes in. There were three flotillas in here last night, in a space that I would have thought would struggle to cope with one. Naturally they were all swinging into each other but nobody was particularly bothered including the lead crews. To be fair, it wasn't just the flotillas.
Today, the afternoon wind played havoc. One Belgian catamaran moved about 100m past us heading for the rocks and then told us it was because our anchor wasn't holding! We must have one of those special boats that move forwards when we drag. Well, there you go.
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07/08/2012, Kassiopi, Corfu
Some Scottish children got a rather larger crab than they were expecting to catch thanks to a local fisherman.
The days in Kassiopi really make up for the disturbed nights but we're moving on today - don't know where for sure yet, but it won't be far.
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06/08/2012, Kassiopi, Corfu
We see a red moon rising.
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04/08/2012, Kassiopi, Corfu
Saturday
There's something about Kassiopi that keeps drawing us back. There's Vivi and her family at the wonderful Theofilos Apartments (In the Telegraph's top twelve for Corfu - there's an accolade for you: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/hotel/36517/Corfu-hotels.html), of course, who convinced us years ago that there is no place like the Ionian and no place in the Ionian like Corfu. Then there's the harbour which, although it provides limited shelter, means the cooling breeze is as good as being at anchor but with all the advantages of stepping straight ashore.
There are the views from the castle and the sunset on the walk around the headland. There's the variety of restaurants so if you want quality dining, traditional Greek or pie and chips it's yours. It can be pretty noisy, of course, but the fact that we always feel like we're on holiday here ourselves means we tend to join in the hubbub.
You could do a lot worse than Kassiopi and, no, this is not an advert or tourist information. It's what we like. Don't just take our word for it, though. Ask Helena Bonham Carter and Tim Burton who we spotted here last night. Yes, really.
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