The non-famous island' (Ionic Greece, Paxos, Antipaxos)

There are places that evoke peace ... places that evoke rebellion, every journey is a story ... mine is the simple but profound. Paxos is an 'island in the Ionian, Greece. A natural wonder not that I expected to find. Wonderful sea and lots of fun. Son returned from this trip and lighthouse 'treasure of memories. I love the sea and in Paxos is one of milgiori that so far I have seen. The food was to our liking and the weather was almost always on our side, eight days of sea exploration, surprises, and photographs. I chose the island because 'nobody I had ever spoken, and no tour operator has ever advertised, then I looked like a good place to put the hidden foot. From the first day I used my time to know this. To the south is a small "daughter" of Paxos that I believe has nothing to hide and to envy the maldives .... a paradise surrounded by nature where the sea was a pool and the water a spell. The life of the island of Paxos was "cool" and I lived by Vip Yppie and at the same time ... our focus and reference Gaios was a sort of capital of the island every evening stroll along the port wanted say see yachts of all kinds, envy not let me live ... if I think that for every journey that I have given in my life I had to make sacrifices ... pero 'I appreciate any place that I was accepted. The new culture that I knew I was taught many things, the Greeks are a thousand years old, celebrities, historians and mystics. Paxos is fascinating and rebellious, raw and naked mother earth in the eyes of tourists. Famous for olives, olive oil, olives ...... the stunning coves and caves in the rocky coast ... it's small, too small and this has saved from the wild and tourism of mass, is a corner of paradise where the mind and relax the body and give life to the dreams and hobbies.
Write days and days about this place and about what 'I've been there, seen and heard. Each new 'discovery was to photograph the sea and the main alamento. It is not going away that are the best places. Tip:
visited sites on the island, and perhaps during a vacation, choose to spend time in Paxos, I really enjoyed and I believe that nature has a lot to show in a place so '.
In Corfu ', not far from Italy, six hours from Brindisi Catamaran ..... a rural and an island .... hot hot hot climate and in the soul. If you love olives, cucumbers, tomatoes, peppers and onions ...... certainly eat well, if you love the soft and local environments with soft light, you will find yourself at ease, if you love to do the fakir on the beaches of small pebbles, not have problems.
sull'abbigliamento advice: Bring a garment to be of high wind ...... few skirts and trousers so many riding scooters. Sufflaki the taste and drink the Mojito ......

Elena / Ilonka

 

first day: the travel

Who said that to find places of paradise to be done around the globe? Certain is that every place outside of home ... it's nice if visited by tourists ....
I am always out winner from each trip made to date will be ... 'to the fact that I love to travel ... love to die by killing off the world ... and in this sultry, but not too much, summer 2005, my budget has brought me in Greece. March 2005, the map of the hand ... north, south, east, west ... "But .. what's in them ... in Corfu ', cos there's something ...' is the tiny dot that there is just ... "
Map of Greece, the Ionian Islands Island ....." never heard, but it is very small ... called Paxos .... pero ', I am curious about this, let's look on the internet .... .
"Paxos and Anti Paxos can be found 14 kilometers south of Corfu, 20 kilometers to the east is Parga on the mainland of Greece. Paxos covers an area of some 19 square kilometers and is one of a cluster of picturesque small islands set in the Ionian Sea Paxos has no airport, can only be reached by ferry boat or flying boat, a recent introduction. Paxos therefore, has been able to protect itself from the strain of modern tourism. You will find the pace is still unhurried, very relaxing with genuine friendly Greek hospitality at its best. Paxos has a permanent population of approximately 2300 inhabitants, there are three main villages Gaios, largest and then Lakka Loggos .................... ................"
To tell the truth to bring in Greece was not only my budget but the catamaran of Snav, and the islands were those of Paxos and Antipaxos, which feels too little talk .... everything 'combined with the curiosity' to go to a Greek island where I had never heard of it ... it was not Rhodes, Mykonos, Kos, Santorini ..... It was Paxos .....
Early August, the port of Brindisi ... hot, very shriveled check in and boarding via real, at ten o'clock in the morning. In the small waiting room at the port, there are a couple live in the same island, a pair of northern Italian, not too fancy, which attach to us by way of stamp not ever stopping to talk .... The Fast Catamaran, which employs the goal 'around the time of a regular ferry to ply this stretch of sea separating the island from the second Puglia Greek piu' vicina a noi (Italian), inspired me enough confidence to make me fall asleep after an hour ...
In general it seemed to fit on an airplane, except for the presence of a bar meeting and a second floor "lookout" where he was advised to take place during the crossing by sea. Sunny day ... air conditioning at most ... television to entertain the passengers ... that white-blue of vessel brought with me the imagination to imagine gia 'what' that was me in Greece ... but was actually much, much more '...
18:00 (local time Paxos, 1 hour more 'compared to Italy) finally landed in the small port of Gaios, port and city' main islands', after a stop in Corfu 'which is about an hour Catamaran from 'island paradise. Finally on the ground, good temperature, sunshine, wind, ... first thing to do throw your gaze towards the sea ... clear, blue, green, white, in short I was in the right place at the right time.
Withdrawn humble baggage, in mode 'manual-drain port ...., map in hand to follow the directions given us by the organizers in order to come into our house ... after ten seconds here, a bearded man who office on all (including us) in the car at a time of Carols Nest, the studios rented by us for this Greek holiday. After ten minutes of uphill hairpin bends, no paved roads, olive trees, wildlife, cottages scattered arrived ...! "Cabbage, where they took us? But we should not be near the center? Mah .." The house was very much style Country. A stone cottage, situated in the more 'hidden nature of olive trees, in the middle of hill, stone terrace, deck chairs and wooden tables. The boss and our reference was the landlord who lived on the back of our house, Gordon, English true of Oxford, who retired as a choice ... he had said goodbye to the rain and the clouds of 'England and now living them , in the sun, the olive trees and the sea ... to end his days in tranquility 'of idleness and the kind of surreal life ... He who knows how to enjoy life ... One small problem solved then, he spoke only English ... but affordable .... Say that the bearded man we had just left in the hands of 'English man who after a brief trip home and a brief explanation of "what and where, what and where" ... we had left in our lives by Italian holidaymakers.
The emotion was so much curiosity ... 'even more', but ... we had to immediately give us a means of transport as we sponsor and the City 'were separated by at least 2 km of hill full of olive trees .. . then after a brief vision of how we were placed, and I must admit "fine", the legs on my shoulder in search of a path that would lead us in the center of Gaios ... How many times we have lost? Two ... not seen the sea and not even a sign that indicates the center ... try and try, warm temperature to be about 18:30 ... the end we found the road and the center. First stage: Vessilis Rent Bike. As a first impact then we were so pleased with the locals, they were not very friendly and even made an effort to communicate with us ... Pero 'after half an hour before our loved one scooter went back again and apparently in good been there ... that would have led anywhere ... with the full in the tank was empty ... sin.
The service station fuel was fortunately a mandatory step to be home after a very full EUR7 the first thing to do was go home with some 'food for us to survive the first night Greek!
Short panoramic tour of Gaios and spotted a small supermarket that gives us 40 euros for just such things' such as sugar, coffee ', pasta, salt, detergent ... then they say that Greece is not expansive but ... I would like to know who says these ... idiocy! The journey to get home was torturous ... anche perche 'non recalled the good way ... try and try ... 19:45 HOUSE!
Nothing better than to destroy the bags, get in the shower as well as' a further analysis of the house, the garden of your surroundings ... the pace was with us and against us ... only noise cicadas, olive, open countryside ... absolute silence and a sea breeze around Carols Nest.
I suppose that it never found an accommodation so 'clean and organized, I opened the refrigerator to put the spending in a cool ... water and milk were already' provided hospitality 'to Gordon and company beautiful ... piu' di cosi 'Only a Lucano I would shiver ...
After a simple dinner, but sufficient, first thing in the top of the list of priority 'was going to go out and see what life was like night of that' island ... see where people bazzichi, where bear the best local, com 'Gaios was much sought after and maybe can do already' a couple of photos. Scooter under sederini golden skirts of the great occasions in which a garment scooter was virtually nonexistent ... naked, via the alleys of Paxos. Finally in the center, we were very curious to explore our region and indeed the evening elapse between the shops of gifts, walk along the harbor Gaios, rent a yacht of any kind and shape, length and color ... Maybe l ' island was very expansive as some 'elite ... .... we say that the standard of living of the holiday in Paxos was so much lower.

second day: very ambient....

11:00 a.m. Gordon arrival 'with vacuum cleaner, clean towels, the front-end style in tennis and everything you need for cleaning of Easter .... and it was then that I said more than a hotel, tourist village here .... is very much better. Even cleaning in style po po made nothing less than .... the master of the house .... the face of!
We had made a healthy breakfast of croissant dimension "of the Sahara desert," unavailable elsewhere, we could not help but feel at the beaches, the sea, the sun, the water of that place agreste. Now we and the scooter had become one ... backpackers, starting from the center of ... Gaios, following the road along the sea to the south, sighted over breathtaking landscapes and rocky coves, a beautiful beach ( stones) white with few people and a sea dive instant, the car parked outside the territory multabile and down 'to the beach .... Certain is that without mattress or bed, was a cure for the body rest on rocks or rocks with only beach towel ... but he did ... sunscreen all over his body ... first bath, fresh water, beautiful day . So 'till the early afternoon, between a photograph and a cave where you can find half an hour of shadow, a cream passatina hunger and begin' to be felt ... Gia 'un po' smoky from Solleone of 02 August, alzammo the soles of the cove famelica "paradise beach" at the time of a point of rest ... Gaios center, outdoor grill-restaurant, very nice and especially a lot of hunger!
Shaded by a large umbrella from outside, enjoying a succulent meal semi-fast, semi-aware tourist doing a papa 'accompanied by 2 small pests blond, had just landed, and while their home was free from previous tourists. .. He was an assiduous frequenter of Paxos for 30 years and baste Greek terms unknown to us. Pagammo the account and run away to find another cove that rapisse our curiosity'.... Scooter under buttocks e. .. ..... via the cove of the afternoon was less happy the cove in the morning, less pristine and more 'crowded (12 people), but between a bathroom and another, a digital video and a couple of photographs not late' to spend the time on vacation you know, it passes quickly .... It was that afternoon that we met two couples on the beach of a little 'overweight whose humor was noisily denoted by terrifying laughter of 2 women, who give up at sea for two hours, we gave peace ... pero' witnessing in several speeches language of the place ... which for me amounted to Arabic Aramaic or ancient ... I felt a little 'cooked by the sun and a little' pulled from sale, it was time for a shower and perhaps regenerating a dinner out to savor the specialties' of the place, it was about time .... After a small tour in the center, a ride along the seafront to the port height to see which were the new yacht arrived, a quick trip to the supermarket to return the eyes and sharpen the libido of GASTRONOMY ', ...... home.
We had a new cat friend, to be honest it was packed full the entire island of cats, and had them in the garden, between the laundry scorrazzanti same, my new friend became even closer and caress ... I am devoted to toilets, dry cleaners, Cinderella and we were ready enough to dine in a typical greek restaurant, the ideal place to inaugurate our holiday had begun well ... miniskirt of other special occasions, ... Gaios center, a restaurant in front of the sea, one of the most 'beautiful and large, with large outdoor terrace, overlooking the harbor is full of people, Greek salad, sufflaki beef, greek yogurt with honey, romantic dinner, but not too much. Gordon stumbled into a dinner with family and other thousand people were enjoying having dinner at our restaurant. It was a good meal that is extended 'till late evening ... Meanwhile I would very much the fact of being at sea, on holiday, away from everything and everyone, flew several comments on the spot, the sea, the heat, the house, and what Gordon would have done the following day: Antipaxos was the answer.
Antipaxos is a tiny island south of Paxos, deserted in winter, 3 square km, which comes only by boat from Paxos with trips to schedules from every major port of the island. The island that we visited the next day, is a paradise on earth, comparable to the atolls of the Maldives, where it remains only to marvel at the purity of the sea and the beauty of the place. Antipaxos Gaios is from 15 minutes to speed 'for sustained boat motor, is mandatory for an excursion to admire the pristine beauty and a place where anyone would spend their "peace of the senses." Before going to bed that night calling at a port local front, or rather face yacht, very "In", soft lights and music is very high, and outside tables, waiters that included our archaic English and affordable. Treatment to be re-tourists, the waiter took the order consisting of 2 mojto, we were served with a tickle ..... Greek olives, carrots, cucumbers greci Caribbean ..... quite the thing no? I felt very Vip them that evening, drinking, smoking, knowing that I was just at the beginning of the holiday and curious ..... The waiter was a greek Ragazzoni haired and eyes blacks, considerable tonnage (subsequently discovered to be a surfer). That evening, at home we did a pause for reflection on the stars, a lights off, with the nose upwards', sitting in the garden ... to admire the multitude of stars that you saw from that very small and insignificant island that on certain maps Nor is reported ..... It was not just an emotion that ... starry sky that night .... we talk about Egyptian pyramids, constellations, planets, solar systems .... until late ... The night was cool and port 'rest with you ...

Antipaxos... third day

Alarm 10:00, departing after breakfast from Lauta brioches huge Greek, in time to take the boat for 12:00 Antipaxos .... backpack, beach towel, camera, video camera, sunscreen, hat on his head. .... 15 minutes and the arrival nell'eden! I was appalled. The water was so clear that if on the bottom there was a speck of gray sand ... I would have seen ....
White sand, blue water, it was in the Seychelles ..... no I was in Greece and even from so far away ....... but sometimes you look ... you know .....
We were all amazed with the wide phalanges ..., we let the boat 'on a small pier that panoramico late afternoon high tide had covered the side .... only white sand and sea, a collection of marine flora and qua ..... without the infradito not hesitate to walk in that water until you reach the beach equipped with sunbeds fee. The beach of white stones, was short and steep towards the sea, and the other is transformed into a road that led up to the bar ..... Vegetation was the password to that place ..... the beach where we had a small creek in a green mountain top .... ..... in a restaurant belvedere which was the subject of several photographs in our break lunch. After having secured a place in the first row under the sun ... made her able to capture the magical moments and I headed towards the little pier ... More photos' and I can not in any direction .... sea, sky, boats, mountains, nature, ...... so many boats to stop a few meters from the shore, you do not know where, where people who were loaded, were there to do what everyone was doing ..... pictures, bathroom, sun, relax .....
That day I had no hesitation .... I did at least 350 times the bathroom in the spectacle of nature called the sea, and the day was truly fantastic, warm and sunny. Many tourists present, and many came after us, the beds were finished and the people continued to arrive, I terminai the film and put another ..... it was impossible not to be kidnapped by the beauty of nature .... . Mother Nature had truly made a masterpiece in quell'isoletta .... After climbing hundreds of stone steps that climb the mountains green, arrived at the lookout. Be 'the view from up there' forces off the wind, the curiosity 'and put your meal .... the front desk balustrade overlooking the sea on the terrace was the best we could get ... Order abbondante strictly greek food and it was time to immortalize other times and other images, was hot, we were satisfied and our eyes are filled with images ... the restaurant was in perfect harmony with the surrounding nature, from a small drop will come to a terrace with table and chairs, a hammock in a corner for the most 'lazy ... with great comfort 'made the lunch break, watching the neighbors of the table, watching the sea below us, looking at the rocky mountain and at the green that surrounded us.
With the stomach that overflowed Jun went down 'to the stairs to finish the race on our beds to the heat of the sun 14:30. That day I was really pleased with the place where I was and I promised to come back first to share .... I continued to watch and relate to these landscapes, the ocean, that water away from the beauty ..... I continued to repeat that in mind from there it only recently left a beautiful memory of that place ...... godermelo and I wanted everything to the end, until the end. The boat that we carry over 'a Gaios 18:00 fund was transparent and could admire the underwater world of the fantastic water .....
Landed at the port and returned home only after a long round of reconnaissance on the promenade facing shops .... By now we had turned the job done and enough photos and the thought was to get away the next day ..... maybe try going to a beach in another country .... near them ..... the wind began to blow, the waves to break and the sea ..... wrinkling in the evening was made even cooler ..... cool!
Cenammo home that evening and not want uscimmo ... tired .... want ..... you want the wind to the sweet "little" that you take in these cases ..... stayed at home and after dinner I fell into a restless sleep, no doubt I needed to rest, but up to this point ....

The island...

On the morning of Thursday, 'at nine I was already' active ..... breakfast, costume rucksack ...... ...... but when I put the bill out of the door ...... Haim ' the wind had not died for nothing ... ... and indeed the time was not the best ......" "...... imprecation no bad weather no !!!!!... ...
Given that nothing and nobody would have stopped, at the turn of the scooter that morning we decided, after a tour in the center where captured that no vessel would be taken by the port to various excursions because 'sea force 7 not allowed .... . to go to visit the charming village of Lakka, on the north of the island (10 km away). And it was so 'that the journey ..... that was a firm with the scooter, the wind was felt, and ghost towns that we crossed to Lakka us into a real divers' from Far West .... . ..... Canion or sometimes a church .... a road coming up towards the inside ..... along the sea until 'the way he allowed ...... Lakka was a small village, and agglomeration on the picturesque small port ..... but crowded beaches organized a camping, cottages and narrow streets, tourists, bars, restaurants , a stretch of the scenic walk, I did finish another film .... Osammo Gaios that was more 'beautiful ... the water of the sea more' clear the country ..... piu 'grande .... then we call lucky ....
After a tour of the buoy to the streets of Lakka, the pit-stop for lunch was carried out at a restaurant on the harbor .... much of the harbor, the table was close to the water .... if lengthening the ... arm touched the craft of nice greek fisherman that the "default" was old, tanned, bearded, untidy e. .. tired! I must admit that if there was one thing that there ever ..... negavamo was eating "as God commands," Do not skip a meal ever, in places very beautiful and picturesque ... cooking, cats around the table even that was typical!
Lunch was a succulent, long and slow, I relaxed, where a multitude of cats will fight around our feet on the fly to take a piece of cheese, meat .... bread, ate everything that day we walk to our mother and children. Nice Greek girl who served us' asking our Italian origin, looking for the interview and trying to understand as it sensed the Italian. After lunch, caught by the nostalgia of Gaios, we returned to the Big Apple, making the course more 'accessible to the nearby beach Gaios. The found, we stopped ..... who met ????? The friend of the bar maids who take advantage of the day sucker for windsurfing in the ocean as the ice cold and smooth. Spent on the beach the rest of the afternoon trying to tan our corpicini who already 'have tended to color "the earth", I tried to swim, the water was a cool as to reactivate blood circulation .... the wind did not seem want calm, the beach was very popular because it 'was the most' close to the center .... there was so many people, tourists, Greek island, children, a boy was diving mask and fins with the ..... took topless girls in the late afternoon sun, I tried to refresh every so often without diving ... the sun was still warm.
When we decided to go shopping were between 17:30 and gifts and gifts, souvenirs and photographic calendars, aperitif, scenic walk, stroll, examining the possibility 'that the time to improve the next day and allowed us to take the sea to a place hidden ..... reached the conclusion that we could go home.
Dinner was prepared by me that after washing and cover costumes costumes, takes delight 'with a relaxing reading in Italian, on the bed of garden wooden stationed for a little sun, with a coca cola light on the small table, I read Caty Reichs to feel the cold wind on his back when the sun had now fallen behind our olive trees .... Cenammo late that evening and as late uscimmo with jackets and sweaters did freschetto ..... seriously ..... the harbor the wind blew and the scooter even worse. Our local favorite welcomed us, the waiter recognized surfista, bevemmo, munch, chatting and admiring the passers, the boats moored, it was a long evening, which included the usual walk along the sea, viewing windows and stalls, photographs. The hope that the next day we would be able to go elsewhere by sea ... push off more and more ', to every gust of wind ... every wave that is breaking over the harbor ... predictions were sad ...... and therefore there was no better solution of the famous spaghetti midnight .... that happened to us at 02:00 am. Indeed arrived home, we barricato inside because the wind blew from the sea is strong enough to intrufolarsi home and close with a crash doors and windows (as strictly blue Greek tradition wants ...).
The consolation came with a dish of macaroni, say "Italian", immortalized photos that I attacked the kitchen at 2 am ... camera placed on the table that the massacre took stomach and I in front of the camera that set out in the sketch " Italia Uno. " The night was young and went to bed around 04:00 in the morning hoping to wake up with Solleone.

The beach.....

Friday 'morning we received leaden and cold for the 05 August and the sadness we had to make a healthy breakfast and a long extended until the arrival of Gordon for the systematic cleaning of Easter. In anticipation of not being able to go back to Antipaxos let alone to visit the famous caves of the island, the port scooter us' far and wide throughout the morning, around the coast and we arrived to the Far South Head where the road is interrupted on a hill dotted with olive trees. The view from above was very impressive but the way we allowed it to continue. Hills with houses under construction, narrow lanes that led to large villas, each time a dog barks, works in progress for a house overlooking the sea ..... most of the villas scattered on the island was owned 'by agencies travel, were leased to groups of tourists and they were extraordinarily beautiful. There were villas 10/12 beds with garden, pool, garage, two floors of the house by several Greek fixtures and blue colors. Back found one of the few resorts on the island, a sort of camping-village where we decided to spend the day.
It was a very nice, with bungalows along the hill and sports, table tennis, beach facilities, restaurant, bar in the small square, the center of the complex. The kind lady in charge asked the bar of course information in English, to spend the day at the beach and rent beds for not doing the fakir on the stones. Given to the key that opened the padlocks of the beds, we placed on the beach, were broadly 11:30 and there was almost none since the weather was really stormy. The sea was agitatissimo and the sun had begun to establish itself, despite the strong wind. The only possible thing to do ... tan. Began to arrive on the beach tourists who stay in hotels and soon the small beach was "full". Kids, children, adults, Italians, strangers. Near us a group of families "In" of Italians True, maybe the Romans, where conventionally, the wives were Comunello and spettegolavano of friends and relatives, sprinkle with oil solar husbands ... sun and sea ... children .... tan and definitely stinks in the nose! I was really tired of hearing about Italian and opts for lunch. Carinissimo The restaurant was open and the waiter who served us' was also very nice and friendly. Of course I had to give vent to the ceiling of my English ... None dined at that restaurant, there was absolute peace and a wind that carried away napkins and tablecloths ... I ordered the baked stuffed tomatoes that I remember being something really tasty and delicious, filled with meat and rice with lots of tasty spices. For Fabio instead it was the turn of the fish ... fried calamari mixed. Meal again and again well, Oram was resigned to the idea of returning to Italy with a few kilograms more, 'but the thing I worried about then so' much. From the restaurant, which was located on a terrace raised above the rest of the village and the beach, I had an excellent view of the square where there was a bar .... and the sea.
In the afternoon I could not capture something of that place and my inseparable friend "photo" girovagai border of the beach to make photographs and immortalai a Greek flag on the tiny wharf. The village was crowded at 16:00 pm and we were already 'stracotto sun since they could not make that big bathrooms and sea waves. On the way back we did milestones along the coast to photograph some beautiful rocky beaches immaculate and tried to photograph. An oil tanker near the coast desto 'a hornet's nest in which we exchange views in deciding whether to call Greenpeace, a ferry in the distance came from mainland Greece who saw very well on the horizon on a clear day. Looked for a way to go to Corfu 'Parga or the following day, but with the sea ... who moved ... A look at the port, a photo in front of the Blue Dolphin, closed vessel (vaguely resembling a train), who achieved very high speed 'on the muscles. The hours marked on the box of the various shipping lines, gave no answer. We did not know if there was a way, if there was or that half hour to reach places other than that island that virtually 2 days we took them prisoners, without giving us a chance 'to leave for excursions and destinations ... .. my thought was: but if it continues this way ', and the catamaran is not part of the return? In the end I believe and support .... it would have been a big deal ..... and do not ever happened. After yet another round in the center, yet another expense to the supermarket, another appetizer that should be decided in greek yoghurt with fresh fruit in pieces, after several chat about weather, buy some here and there, one step at ATMs, went home. Late afternoon, warm sun and fresh breeze, there, in our palace, nobody disturbed us, there was no noise, not a blade of stress I furrowed face, the only intruder was the cat that adopted bazzichi often in our garden to look for comfort and food. I made the laundry, prepared a dinner prepared and very succulent, 4 were the things that I had in the fridge, and the talent did the rest. At the supermarket I was exposed enough to buy a mango, then I discovered that they could not stone, but 'created a sort of mango caciucco which is' to be a panacea for our arid trachea.
First, second, fruits, sweet .... treated us fine at home. We had a ne ne Tv radio, we were exempt from the civilized world, by the news, from Tg and nothing touched us, however, unaware that elsewhere life continued. The few sms that I and my mother reminded me we swapped that in Italy there was life and that time was even worse weather you have that from me .... some sms with various friends, then the phone for me became an accessory to so that the lit half a day to see if any calls or messages. As they say ... I had just removed the plug.
After dinner it spent as usual: walk in the center, walk along the harbor occhiataccia to owners of yachts which were more 'great house of our clubs ..... surfista, bevutina alcoholic, except that that evening we decided to into the front port for jewelers give our opinion on the prices and merchandise ..... up and down 'for shops, we decided that the next day there would be unprepared to find the facts that the weather continued to improve .... would not went to Logos, another charming little town on the island, the 3rd most 'important in order of magnitude across Paxos.

Loggos and go...

After spending the morning at sea between filming and photos, bathrooms and wind, usually clear water and pebbly beach ..... ..... sandwich over lunch as we were accustomed and then ...... After lunch, in the early afternoon, the sun was not ubiquitous and took the big decision to reach Logos. It was an exciting and fun trip, I took the camera and the back of the scooter took over the key moments of that journey and Fabio led us nell'intro of the island. Bends, curves, climbs and descents, filmai all the way, the road, the cars that we met, trees, houses, sea. I felt very much "on the road" and very director. Upon arrival at Logos we received a semi-desert country peace, it seemed a deserted village, the small desert port was the only human and this was a restaurant owner as a result of fishing was cleaning the fish fresh for its customers in the evening. We made two passes on some sort of small beach to collide with the rock that formed later, in water, small dark cave. The camera continued to take every moment, every thing. A series of small motor boats were moored near the shore waiting for someone to rent .... the water was clear but the background was gray stone, the sun was no more 'and gave the impression of being a sad sea ligurian .... We dwell for a few moments to return to the strange fish that the restaurant was still in the bucket ..... unknown fish, pink and squared muzzle, now lying helpless. A sad series of 4 stores in the cross, creating the square of the village and a small empty bar seemed the only meeting point of the whole Logos.
We were determined to make the scouts that day and no surrender, we started looking for a beach ..... we lost several times between olive groves and roads in the countryside, filmed the poverty 'of the landscape, not a machine, not a person. ..... some house under construction and the small and steep alleys. After we lost at least five times, capimmo the direction that we needed to take to reach the sea ..... This' word that there is' before the eyes emerge when the olive trees was an amazing view.
I could not seem to capture a ... giapponesina, always with his camera in hand .... Top of the hill you could see the whole length of a beautiful stretch of coast, the sea was beautiful and the long beach of white pebbles in front of the green vegetation was a blessing for the eyes and brain. And admired the view from up there 'we saw lots of boats that had discerned that wonderful stretch of coast.
Jun went down 'for a road tortuosissima, on foot, at the risk of falling and slipping, with the foot infradito by sea. Ask the rock would have been more 'simple .... but in the end ... arrived! There was so many people and even camping tents assembled on the beach. The beach was beautiful to watch and we stopped to enjoy the view and the ocean. The water was just leaving the freezer and decided not to swim. Li, on the beach at that moment I heard nascere nostalgia sadness ..... ..... end that was not so 'so far. I observed, I thought, I treasure those pictures of those times, praying that one day later, which was the last one available to go to make a trip out of town, the time weather was on our side.
I was still unaware of the evening I was waiting and took us to the comfortable to return home. We arrived in the late afternoon and we decided to go out to dinner. It was the second last night and wanted to give the best of us Italians abroad on vacation ... it was so '.
All in for a great shooting night, after a vision most of the restaurants' "cool" of the place, we decided that for the Mediterranean was a beautiful restaurant on the seafront, which included a restaurant and bar. Classic straw canopies, tables with umbrellas, and soft light "menu in Italian" .. had a room at the bottom of the walk and the smell that came from the kitchen ..... it contains a nice dinner, the waitress was Italian and that he was taking the order had greek and very likeable. We presented a multitude of dishes and not, succulent food and fine wines. That night I gave the best feta in the oven ..... ..... .... fry shrimp salad Greek wine .... ..... at midnight we passed alzammo table and could not even breathe from both ingested food .... It was one of those dinners rallenty with cigarette between the appetizer and the pot below, sipping wine and talking about this and the other in peace for the senses to the extent straits, with hundreds people eat, you get up, sat, calling the bill ...... waiters running, appliances, sparecchiavano, carrying dishes ...
What follow 'was the best night' stay in the beautiful Gaios, an evening by real holidaymakers arrived .... usual local, usually small table, usually maids, cocktail .... usually in front of us two young guys who were preparing to face on Saturday night Gaios drinking liters of beer and other alcoholic beverages. After a half hour of looks and comments, smiles and gestures, the waiter added 'to us with two glasses of tequila and their orange slices offered by the two boys ..... wonder, smile, thank you and so with the tequila it in other words ...... my stomach began to feel his disappointment at the evening .....
We made friends with these 2 boys, Rick and Nick, respectively, Irish and Scottish on vacation like us, on the island. They were very friendly and cheerful, and we began to carburetor in order to make friends with anyone. Benefit to them followed our ..... Rum and juice to fishing for all 4. Great drink together ... speaking only English and who knows' why I was particularly keen to talk in that language which seemed to be my mother tongue. I started to feel the effects of alcohol, laughing, greeting everyone, joking ...... other drinks paid by our friends who then came up to our table and chatting Nick had realized that their parents separated, her mother lived in Cannes, France, and had a house in Paxos, where he was spending the summer holidays. He had a boat at the port of Cannes and was passionate about boats ..... asked us if we had the boat moored them .... the answer was unanimous .... Maybe!
Told them of our origin, where we lived, that France was very close to Piedmont, and what we did in life .... arrival 'another alcoholic extent paid by us and bevemmo all 4. I was game over. I stand up miraculously and laughing like never before, Fabio, I followed a wheel .... photographed our table full of empty glasses, and I smile in the background with 32 teeth ...... group photo with Our new friends at one point we asked pieta 'visa which had to drive themselves to go to the disco. Accompany me to the toilets I, alone, I was not able, I understood my level of indecency and I was happy to be there in that state and in that moment, with several tens of euros less in the portfolio but .... glad!
Our friend-surfista bartender we clarified 'the best nightclub of the place where to end our waking hours, but we decided that was not the case and even the time being.
The clock was half past two o'clock in the morning and we leave our friends with jokes and speeches that I still wonder how I had to support. The arrival time serious' when we went away from a promising local Rick and Nick later that evening at 22:00 we would have found them. A short walk to get some 'fresh air that was necessary to both. We continued to laugh and joke until the first light of dawn.

last day

I slept very little and when I reopen your eyes to be returned from a car accident .... frontal eye swollen, sore stomach, face hot, saporaccio former alcoholic in the mouth, nausea, little sense of balance .... almost the aftermath of the hangover! But I could not lose on the last day of sea and sun, the weather had improved, and the only my desire 'was to return to Antipaxos.
The breakfast was precarious because of possible problems and the fresh air ride scooters made me aware again .... it really true what they say:
evening Leoni Leoni, in the morning ..... Seize Seize ...., I was at the stage ..... Seize
We arrived at the port in time to catch the boat to Antipaxos 11:00, the sea was calm and the sun beat .... I came on board and only the swinging of the boat made me trasalire. After ten minutes we were in the place more 'beautiful earth that I know so far. Bed head and hat in the aftermath continued to be felt. Under a scorching sun on the first call was to a dip in that water clear and regenerative .... pity the temperature was -20 degrees! At that point, the dilemma was: do or do not swim in this vegetative state and that 'water hibernated? I decided no, not yet! That day we met them at Antipaxos a group of boys who were Roman gia 'our companions during the outward journey, we met them very often to be honest ..... the island was small, the seats were the ones .. .. hard not to be around.
The Romans were four pairs varied much between them, the girls were varied between their children and dare I say romanacci True, one in particular had attracted from the beginning our sights'. It was the classic Roman horse pants at knee height, shaved head, rebel, of the sort to whom nothing is good, misunderstood by the rest of the company, even if some 'unfortunate .... The first encounter with Roman Boy was made to Rent a Bike, they had fought for hours and scooter rental car and had no sympathy for the owners of rental, we say that there was misunderstanding and discomfort. We had done half an hour in the whole .....
I dedicated that day to finish the roll of the camera and into the lunch I decided that we would not hurt a little shade. A beautiful bar-cafeteria was located near the beach, to the effect that the high tide, it was scaled. The classic Caribbean bar with wooden structures and straw umbrellas, little people, we sat at the table, we ordered the two toast, to keep light, given the disruption the night before .... I knew that this was the last time I went to Antipaxi and that was also the penultimate day of vacation ..... I was sad. It was hot and the view of the sea, I refreshed the soul .....
We made a second order of toast ... and pass in the shade of the bar for almost two hours .... talked of things done in the days before and the new friends we shared with alcohol the night before.
After the break we were probably ready for the bath ... the water clear and terribly cold we waited a long time, only the vision of that water to encourage long baths and long swims .... boats, bathers, beach umbrellas ... .. lots of tourists, someone was playing beach volleyball in the water, some immortalized moments of relaxation, people under the umbrella Boccheggiano for the heat and children playing at the shore. We did the bathroom, but it did so many, until 18:00 ... sometimes coated with a protective cream was now despite hazelnut color .... still feeling the aftermath of the hangover ....
When taking the boat to return to Gaios the sun was slowly lengthening shadows on the beach and people started to return back to. ... On the small pier and looked great concern that place, that water that did glimpse a few small fish, watched with sadness the beach and the lush vegetation tutt 'around .... that beautiful place we had discovered ... immortalized far and wide but I was still not satisfied and did not want to go away, but I had to do even that effort!
During the short journey back to Gaios, the camera I shoot with hair to the wind and the sun was setting on a beautiful sea .... seascapes and rocky reefs, vegetation, rocks, the splash of water came up to me, even today when I watch that video it seems to me to relive the moments and places that corner of Greece. The port does not hesitate to take the last cob roasted before returning home on the bench facing the sea ate like a squirrel and thought ..... ..... I thought there was movement in the late afternoon and center on the seafront, was Sunday, had arrived in the meantime many people, many yacht ,.... was the seventh of August. A visit to the center, we were both a little 'sad and the thought that those days of heavy seas that had been, we had taken away the opportunity' to take trips outside the city as the magnificent caves coves ... .... visits to Corfu and Parga ..... but they say that those who are satisfied .. Enjoy!
At home everyone was suffering in his own silence, between the laundry, the dinner pot in the shower and our cat friend who wander in the garden .....
Cenammo bags and prepared for the next day, we made an appointment with our 2 English friends that evening, the usual local delay .... we did not want to miss the less .... then we will become the ...... scooter was routine for us and was a good substitute of the car, comfortable and fast enough we had brought everywhere and had done considerable headway in that week, but that evening we harbor 'in the center. By now we knew the shops, bars, the owners, ... we went to our usual clubs where no music, people, fun ... pero 'our faithful inglesina ... there was ... we had given hole? Who had done too much the night before festaccia not succeed to come to greet? That they had deliberately wanted to prevent? I do not know ... is not never came at us and we ordered and consumed regularly, even if my level of alcohol in his body was still high and my physical condition I was having just meta 'cocktail, then gettai the towel!
It was not late when we decided to come back, we were tired, cooked by the sun, sad and also somewhat disappointed by the failure event, then leave us with his friend, a waiter for a week that we had served and revered above all and endured a trip ... evening in the quiet island with the wind fresh and newly arrived tourists who were sitting at the tables of restaurants, enjoy delicious meals, drinking wine and exchanging merrily chat with friends. The low lighting of this place made everything more 'soft, everything more' padded ... as in fairy tales, dreams ... and between scooters and people move around and as we enjoyed the evening, they return home. That night was long, however, do not we went to bed early, as it focuses on the small screen of the camera that we had taken in those days between white beaches, seas and Caribbean mistral wind .... The suitcases were ready, everything was ready for the next day ... only we were not ready and they even less happy to go away.

Return to Italy....

The next morning he appeared cloudy but warm, let your luggage at home and after a long breakfast we went to do the last lap to patrol the coast Paxiane, we stopped at several points to take photographs and admire the sea for long moments. Jun went down 'on the rocks and rock in a marina and at the same time, immortalizing our faces tired and tanned bodies. Every now and then the sun came out .... the people on the beach we enjoyed the day and was swimming while we morivamo envied ..... The catamaran was to leave by 16:30 Gaios to arrive at 21:30 a Brindisi (this time supplied locally) and of course we could not go to sea in the morning, we had to be at the port an hour before and had yet to check in ..... so 'in centro Gaios at lunchtime Snav tried the office, and once inside us informed on what would have happened if we had wanted to stay another few days ... nothing to do ... penalty to be paid too much.
After the disappointment of check in, looked for a place to make the last meal and we will face a room that was combined plates of meat and side dishes, style "American", the semi dehors outside was empty, was hot and was finally released the sun warmed the whole square of Gaios. Tourists came by foot from the port and people going around in slippers and newspaper from the sea under the nose, who did pictures, who was going to cost .....
Meatballs on plate with potatoes fried was my last order and consumai with all the calm of this planet ... I ordered lunch of fruit and coffee ', which on that was really frightening ... accustomed to the smooth caffe 'Italian, them, we had more' times tried to challenge their luck, but always be losers. After lunch and half hours of paranoia, we approached a newspaper, the newspapers were dear friends and many people only read headlines on the front page without purchase, we had to deal with the trip and then bought a newspaper to know what to do on the catamaran in six hours ...... learn some Italian news, aircraft that had come up, killings, arrests, details of the bag, then a never ending tragedy, perhaps it would be better to avoid the purchase! Slowly we started to walk home after having returned the beloved vehicle owners. Gordon there chiamo '... a taxi across the island there were only 5 taxi, all occupied at the time ... so' the nice bearded friend who had come to take us to the port when we arrived, there was the taxi too for departure and accompany us' to the port of embarkation where the bags given to the bar and we did ..... download center for one final round!
At 3 pero 'we are walking towards the port and godemmo of that last walk on the sunny promenade, where tourists board were all leaving for the day trips including caves .... .... hate that! We were not alone in pilgrimage to the board, and when we arrived we sat at the bar. Friends Romans already 'marked for waiting, consumed drinks and ice creams to alleviate the anger and the wait. We added 'a first input .... the catamaran would arrive late at least an hour .... the first thought was:
then we could go to the beach today ..... we had first learned .... list of blasphemies, insults, the only solution was to stay and wait for them, there were many people who expected them like us and therefore c ' many people had arrabbiatissima .... sunny and hot there were frame and the desire for a swim in the sea was a dream .... for all ....
After long and painful illness on arrival catamaran 'between 17:30 and landing of passengers who envy us eagerly as newly arrived .... and loading of our luggage, we left around 18:00. The sea was not more of the 'calm and I opted to take place on, to have no seat in front and be more' comfortable ... and to have the tv video in pole position for the movie ..... . .... we left it very much .... sway after quarter of an hour the captain added 'to make known the wonderful news that the sea was very rough and the waves came the front, then we would sway for the entire trip .. . dispassionate his advice .... take place behind where you pativa less sea sickness ..... cosi 'made in the risk of falling when we alzammo .....
The sun was still high and the air conditioning did not feel the hot greek. Stop in Corfu'.... got a few people, including a bunch of crazy guys that took place where we had left ..... was cold in that tiny space and all were seeking something to cover up .... when we start from Corfu prayed that those famous Travelgum really worked because 'the trip was taking a nasty turn! Began to get the sunset and looking out the window I addormentai after eating potato chips and sandwiches. In a general dormiveglia hard '5 hours ...... I risvegliai in Brindisi where the sky was now black and starry, outside you saw the lights of the port and immediately knew that at that time everything was finished, even if a 'another week of sea and sun, I waited in the Salento area .... but it was more' Greece ....
We arrived at 23:30 and go when the doors were opened ... I felt a hot and sultry humid invade me and who I was around ..... we were in Italy, no more 'on an island! Hard landing 'for a while and that night alive with a flood of memories ...... I was anxious to develop the well-5 photographic film and every time I look and I respect those photographs come to mind moments, scenes, emotions , smiles, and everything tastes' that this holiday has been and has aroused in me ..... Today, 01/09/2005, I decided to put down on paper my experience because 'I think it is worth effecting memory and the narration of a holiday. It was not the first and will not be 'the last, was a beautiful experience and for those who do not know where to go on vacation ..... I advice you take a map and look very good quell'isoletta very little that is south of Corfu 'and that almost no one knows:
Paxos, also known PAXI.