We had settled on a special program for today. No gymnastics in the morning but a walk to the Tripitos. When I looked up the sights of the island this and the Blue Caves were the things that looked the most interesting. One can only spend so much time on the beach. So the evening before we asked at the tourist information on how to get there and were told that from Gaios it was only one hour on foot.
So after our usual coffee and lemon water in our garden we set off.
To get to Tripitos we had to follow the bus for the first kilometer until the Paxos Club where we had to turn right to Oizas. Here we saw a church on the right side.
We followed this road until we had another church on our left with a little cemetery as well. Here, instead of following the main road, we walked straight and a little up. Just follow the road which soon turns into a track. Eventually you will find a sign for Tripitos.
So far so good and easy to follow the road. The second sign was so well hidden that we walked up the wrong way and a bit through some rough (where we scratched our legs with thorns and got later asked if we had had a cat fight).
We couldn’t see the Tripitos at first but saw an easier way to the front of the cliff.
We turned around and really found a small hidden track on our left (on the right if you don’t miss it the first time) marked with a well hidden sign. The path looks totally overgrown at first but it’s not!
The walk then was fairly easy, clearly the worst was behind us in the sense of having found the right path. And the trip there is well worth it. In the end it took us roughly 45 minutes to get to Tripitos even with the involuntary detour.
After taking pictures from the both of us on the arch we walked back (so much faster now that we knew where) and at the corner of the Oizas sign and the bus road we stopped for coffee and fresh orange juice. So well deserved especially since when got back to the cottage we made our arms workout (can you believe us, we absolutely killed it!) and then headed to the Beach Club with a spinach pie to share on the beach.
The beach was cut short due to the Austrians playing their last group game in the Euro 16 and hope was still alive that we would advance to the next round. Still we managed to enjoy a Nescafé frappe next to the pool and tipped the waiter generously (since there is no charge for the sun bed we felt guilty).
At our usual tv spot on the main square was already a group of Austrian skippers and with them we shared the pain of loosing. It was tragic but in the end one goal was not enough to advance to the next round. And as depressing as it was the first minute, let’s be honest here. A couple of months ago we wouldn’t even have thought it possible to go to the Euro without organizing it like in 2008.
I drowned my sorrows in wine later at Vasilis’ place, one of the restaurants we hadn’t tried so far in the village.
Also not that great but the eggplant with tomato tasted slightly caramelized and yummy while the stuffed pork (with feta and tomato) was dry and in the end too much meat. The Greek salad at last was from outside and the vegetables therefore tasted of something and not just of fridge. The stuffed wine leaves were few and okay. Nothing to write home about though.
We ended the evening with a little shopping for Andrea and a beer at the main square were we at least could celebrate with some Irish fans who managed to beat the Italians. Football is always full of surprises so let’s be happy that some underdogs advanced. Yours, Pollybert
Yeah, under dogs like for instance Hungary ✌
Will just ignore this comment ;)