We had a cool dip, got a bit of exercise and K spent so much time exchanging news with fishermen friends, bob-bob-bobbing in the sea, that he got quite badly sunburnt on his neck and shoulders.
I had grabbed a place on the one and only bench and caught up on daughters' friends and their brood and read the magazine I found in the beach bag
Fisherman getting ready to fish
The magazine I found in my bag. 2018
NZ Womens Day
I couldn't remember any of the showbiz gossip, didn't even know who the people were but the crosswords were only half done. I suppose that's why I hadn't thrown it out. Or maybe it was the recipes. Except for NZ flavour there isn't much else. I always ask our downunder visitors to bring a local magazine with them. A bit of the feeling of home
Looking down at the bay
No wonder it attracts so many people. But there is nothing there. The beach canteen has been dismantled. No more cold coffees or beers. No shade unless you carry an umbrella
K grabbed hold of one of the local (as in our neighbour) councilmen and told him to put up 3 or 4 benches along the beach and a few of those wispy 'palm tree' umbrellas. The beach needs a spruce up now the canteen has gone. Elsewhere on the island there are benches and now on 2 or 3 of the beaches there are special ramps for wheel chairs. Well done, Poros municipality. Continue with that good work. Much as I hate the summer invasion, it is what the islanders live on.
The greek tourists that fill up the hotels and car parks on the island are tourists that stay in the big hotels and spend money. They drive around from their villas in the northern suburbs of Athens and they rightly want to enjoy beach, sun and sea. A swim in clean waters, a table right beside the waves, with a view of the lights of Poros for evening dining and an open air bar to drink a few cocktails in the wee hours.
Keep them happy and we are all happy, all year round