Greek Piranha

The fish at the Navy resort are protected.  Heaven knows why.  No fishing inside the bay.  There are buoys strung along the harbour mouth and if a little paddle boat goes out too far from shore or a fishing boat dares to enter sacred waters a little inflatable with a powerful motor, and half a dozen  sailors zips out there to sort out the situation.  Fishing boats actually never come near the bay, not in summer. 

There are schools of tasty eating-fish only this time it's the fish doing the eating.  

I've written about this in years gone by.  Their teeth are razor sharp and there's a lot of yelling if you're on their radar.  They go for a spot on your leg, make a break in the skin and then zoom in again and again.  You make a run for deeper water where they leave you alone and get ready to go through the war zone on your return, blood dripping down your leg.

Early morning is worse when the sea is calmer and there are fewer people.  As the day warms up and there are more legs kicking through the waves they retreat.

K and I both got bitten.  I just covered my trauma with a plaster and they left me alone.  K got dive bombed every day and eventually went to the doctor on the beach to get his wounds treated.

Once you've got a battle wound and they know there's some tasty flesh they dive bomb the wound.  You're their dish of the day

K and his luscious limbs

after medical intervention

I hope the fishermen from the village along the coast, or the sailors who winter at the resort, get out there with nets and catch the damn things.

K assures me the schools of fish are some of the best eating in Aegean waters.