What a terrifying ride that was. No, no – I’m not talking about the flight here. The taxi to the airport from our apartment.
The driver stopped, opened the window and asked “Demitroula Apartments?”
This is where we had been staying, and from the fact he had a couple already in the car, my girlfriend and I both assumed he was lost, and looking for the place, for these new people who were arriving. Sadly, not. He was picking us up to take us to the airport.
We’d been told to wait in that spot, by our rep, and were expecting a coach, so a taxi was worse.
He got in, phone in hand, and started a call as he was pulling away. It being a manual, this meant he had to take his one remaining hand off the wheel to change gears. Well what could else could he do? Hang up, and concentrate on his driving?
As he took his hands off the wheel and accelerated, the car would vear off to the right. He’d yank it back, and so on. All the way down an already narrow road, with cars parked on one side.
We joined a dual carriageway, on which he got well over the speed limit (I think it’s about 70mph ish, but there were points when he was hitting 100.)
He finished his call, put the phone back in its charger. And relax.
Then he got it out again, made another call. Continue reading Corfu – Part 9 →

Friday AM

I suppose 1.5 days of cloud/rain isn’t so bad. Could have been worse, couldn’t it?
The lady in the little shop said yesterday that they do really badly need rain.
Odd then, that hardly anyone seems to act to preserve water.
Every tap I’ve encountered so far just chucks water everywhere when you turn it on. Sprays straight, but also out the sides. Every tap in our apartment has the same problem.
I haven’t yet encountered a sink anywhere, with a plug for the plug hole. You just pour it straight down the drain.
I used a public toilet in Corfu Town this week two days running. Both times it had a tap running that I couldn’t get to switch off. Just constantly pouring water down the drain.
The grounds of our apartment has sprinklers dotted all around. There is no evidence of a hosepipe ban in force here. I haven’t seen a water butt anywhere.
Maybe because everyone drinks bottled water (or beer/fizzy drinks), water isn’t valued very highly?

It has now been raining for ages. The pathway outside has turned into a mini stream. Sadly, we’re out of milk. I had a great idea to run to the shop in sandals (broken), shorts, no socks, holding an umbrella.
My word that water was cold. Despite the umbrella.
The winds meant I got absolutely soaked, and some of those puddles were quite deep. Still, now We can have cereal and another cup of tea each. Totally worth it. Continue reading Corfu – Part 8 →