To Milos

​Our host lady had said she’d take our luggage down to the port in time for our departure and so we headed off in our car for a visit to the only other beach with restaurants and shops down thd hill from Choros. Yet another gorgeous Greek Island beach. FJ headed in for an ‘old lady’ swim (no getting the hair wet) while Groombles got into his book.

 Just along from where we sat was a beach one can only access by wading. Soon came a wading doggie from round the corner. A cute doggy. A cute doggy full of very wet water in its coat. Time slowed to a imperceptible crawl while nature took its inevitable course. DJ and I knew what would happen and it did. The cute, gorgeous coat-full-of-seawater doggie let fly well within a mètre of us and shook for all it was worth. We hadn’t waded to the other beach because we would have got wet. We were now as wet, but had a ferry waiting fo us to head to Milos, so off we tootled. 

The ferry trip was quite the worst we had ever lexperienced, being in some sort of jet-propelled catamaran thingy where we had allocated seats and no possibility of walking about decks (or anywhere really) until the vessel was docked. No fun at all!

Anyway, here we are at Milos. More to follow …

Toodles!