Don't get dare get ill or have an argument with your neighbour. All doctors and lawyers are on holiday till the end of the month. On the other hand supermarkets, souvenir shops , bars and cafes are on 24 hour duty, raking in, they hope, enough money in two or three weeks to get them through the winter.
But wait, tax inspectors are on duty. Who would have thought it. Every shop, business on this island, over this lucrative money making period, has to issue receipts for every little purchase from a bottle of water to a sunbed. Hip hip hooray. Someone up high has finally figured out that the way for the govt to make money is to make everyone issue receipts for every purchase and thus get taxed on precise income ..... to make sure that no-no is 'evading'. Fat hope of that, but, maybe. Shhhh, mustn't put the evil eye on this new campaign ftoo ftoo ftoo. I spit on all tax inspectors. Get out there and do your job so our pension doesn't get cut again in January.
15th August is the biggest holiday of the year when every Greek that can, goes on his summer holiday. Back to their roots, to their island, village, family home. And any rich Greek that can (and there are still a lot of those that can) loads up his big black Jeep, squashes the nanny in along side the kids, and takes off for a week at one of Poros's luxury hotels. Or orders the captain of his floating palace to fuel up and takes the mistress and a few of her model friends to the island of Myconos for a few nights of wild living.
It's actually a religious holiday. 15th August marks the 'falling asleep' or dormition of the Virgin Mary and any village or island with a monastery or church dedicated to the Virgin Mary prepares for an inundation of worshippers, worshippers who will dance and sing, eat and drink after lighting candles, kissing icons and attending church services to show their respect and adoration.
One year we found a last minute room by the sea and disappeared for two days until the turmoil was over. We were up bright and early to attend the service at a monastery close-by our hotel and take part in the fiesta afterwards.
My feet hurt because we had to stand outside the church for over an hour. The courtyard outside was packed with the faithful, lining up to light a candle at big sand filled containers near the church door, or to kiss the icon of the Virgin Mary, also outside in the courtyard so lines of people could pass in an orderly fashion.
The queue for the one loo was miles long and there were no tables at the café next door so no coffee. By 11am it was hot and I was crabby. So we went back and changed into beach clothes and went to the beach. It was even hotter. And the beach was crowded.