Greek Island Happening

Finally time for our downunder family and friends to arrive. After months of anticipation.

And arrive they did, 6 of them came down the gangplank and into the warm embrace of a late summer evening on a Greek Island

Obligatory 'walking down the gangplank' photos.

The hydrofoil turned up right bang-on-time. That was something we didn't expect. Half the Poros family were a little late to the welcoming party.

Island time is a little behind city time.

From the hydrofoil, they dropped off their bags at the hotel and went straight to Sofia's taverna-by-the-sea for kalamari.

Only there was no kalamari.

Sunday afternoon at a beach taverna is more than bustling with diners.

 Summertime. Swimming. Icy drinks. Greek salads and kalamari. The lunchtime crowd ate all the kalamari

Didn't matter. She does the best grilled chicken on the island. And the best Greek salad.

Anyway, we had a reason to return again and again. And again.

First morning tradition.

Coffee at the Blue Chairs.

Cold coffee followed by something even cooler.

Time to catch up

Neil and Ann

The way to get around.

A buggy or a quad bike

Octopus hanging out to dry before it goes on the grill

Second night tradition.

Ouzo and octopus.

And the pig too

At long last.

The pig

Pig prep

Blasting away it's moustache

Boys work

Pushing that spit from one end to the other.

Ouch

And finally lifting it onto the Bbq 

A good time was had by all.

Including the grandsons.  Amazing, how low the level in the the whiskey and rum bottles dropped.

Lots of laughter.

Lots of beer

Lots of local rosé

.....written pozé in Greek

and renamed by the kiwis.

Pozé it is

Finished off by bite sized pieces of baclava, dripping honey syrup.

We ate well so K was happy. There were leftovers but not too many.  

The pig head is in the freezer.

The trotters will be made into broth .