We wake, we move, we shake, this is how we operate, we do not think about it, we have plans that are not plans, we have objectives that are part of a hidden plan that is only in my head and JW is completely oblivious because I thought I told her, but it was just a dream, a dream, a dream.
The plan today much like our last day on Naxos was to explore as much as possible before our plane departs, we have the room until 11:30, and the car until 1, the flight loads at 1, and it takes us 45 minutes to get ready in the morning (AHEM!)
So coffee from next door, breakfast on the veranda, this hotel, oh man, have I said enough things about this grand hotel, built in the the whatever’s, so old, and so grands, in the most prominent of places, with so many secrete places, and a tiny beach bellow our window, we may have to come back to Syros simply to stay at the Hermès again. What a fucking Wes Anderson hotel, it will be fondly
We then sat around for a while, JW is working on this trip, as she does every trip, and I again sat on our balcony facing the Aegean watching the ships come in.
Then it was time, time to fly, we got our stuff together, carried them to our brand new PUEGETUT, and headed out for Ano Syros, the hill next to Hermopoli, which has its own town, its own church, with no cars allowed, so much like the other car less towns we explored already, the steps, the steps, this is the theme of this trip it seems, the winding through labryths in strange careless towns. There were numerous construction projects going on, but nothing was open, and before we new it, had reached the church at the top of the hill, which of course was closed.
After a few photo snaps we went around to the back where we found the road, and parking, so we could have just driven up here and not have to sweat through the streets of Ano Syros? Yea this trip, is all about that. We wound our way back to our car, and bought a coke from a sweet lady and asked, is there a way to get to the church on the hilltop of hermopoli, to which she replied, yes take this road here, and it will take you right there, no steps required.
So of course we drove down that road and up the hills and before we knew it we were in the parking lot of the opposing church in Hermopoli. Apparently one was catholic and one was some other religious and they were blah blah, I forget the story, none-the-less, it is always interesting on a tiny island you can drive across in 30 minutes how people on that island distance themselves from each other as much as possible
It was approaching noon, so we said goodbye to Syros, the capital of the Cyclades Isalnds and headed out to the airport, where an old man on a scooter got my last nerve and almost died, about 8 times in a very short period of time. But in the end, a giant truck blocked our way and he escaped around it from harm.
The airport at Syros looks very new, and not run down like the Milos airport. I have no idea. We went to check in, and there was an issue with our check on bag. We had no idea why, we had flown with the same bag from Crete to Naxos without any issue at all. The lady said open up and tell us what you got, and JW was gettting a little hotheaded, because the bag had been packed very particularly, and she was now undoing hours of work. After everything was laying on the table, they told us the two bottles of Raki couldn’t go because they didnt have labels. The giant bottle from Nick at the Porto V, and the smaller bottle we bought in Sougia. The main airport lady told us to take them out and she would ask the pilot of our plane if we could take it or not. This was getting serious because Crete raki is a fucking thing, and buying it off the island is NOT a thing, plus we had been drinking Nicks Raki at PortoV and it was exceptial, plus Chris and Heather were getting a cut of this, and it was impossible to replace.
The plane finally arrived and the airport lady went out to the place to talk to the pilot and came back in and aid, go ahead and pack it, and that was that. I got a couple sweet as videos of the planes taking off, it was the same tiny little plan from Milos. This was the first and only landing strip that I had ever seen that went downhill.
After a very short flight we arrived in Athens, got our rental car and headed down the road. It was very late in the day and we had not had lunch, so I told JW we would stop at the Corinth canal for a snack. 45 minutes later, we were actually there, and had a salad and told a few Picts.
From there back on the road towards Naplvion, quickly off the national road and onto the tiny road that goes down the hills and towards the see. As we approached Argos, I pointed out the castle on top of the hill nearby and we both decided at that moment we would drive up and take a look. It’s called the Larissa Castle named after the hill it stands on , and the view of the surrounding area is fucking priceless.
From there we headed straight to our new hotel, which we snagged because our other hotel, had zero bookings and wouldn’t open for just JW and I. Lucky it was easy to find, directly being the Agamemnon, and tons of parking on the street as opposed to 2 years ago. We got inside and first things first, no elevator, and 3 flights of stairs, but second things second, this is a fucking 4 star hotel and way out classed the one it replaced at no additional charge.
After settling in, I looked over Matts Nafpliotis pages for a place to eat, and we walked up and down the tiny streets before settling on an old school family place and had a fantastic meal with lots of extras and back to the room for a shower and sleep, long long long day tomorrow! Off to Monemvasia!
Syros sounds magical.
ReplyDelete*scream* the Raki!
Oliiiiiiiiiiives