I woke up rather late the next morning. The new Archos was not working. The top of its case was loose, and I have no idea whether I dropped it or somebody else knocked it while I was not nearby. The old Archos would not boot up even after a long charging session. With no way left to make recordings, and no idea whether the ones I had made would be still on the hard disc or not, I was very depressed, as well as horribly hung over. Whatever the sessions were, that Sunday morning, I missed pretty much all of them. I was physically there for some, but have no notes or photographs to remind me.
I decided I wanted some calamari for my late lunch. Late on a Sunday afternoon at the end of the season, all the sea front places had decided to call it a day. A lady in one of the cafes suggested I should try the taverna up one of the lanes, as he would have fresh calamari. So I went and sat down at a place where each table had a cactus on it. I went into the kitchen, and the owner showed me the calamari he had caught the day before. I chose one.
They didn't have Mythos, so I had a Heineken. The owner of the taverna was concerned that it might be too cold, but it was still liquid, so I thought it would be OK. But the glass had been in the deep freeze... When I poured the beer into the glass, it cooled even further, and the bubbles rising in the glass froze on their way up. I soon had a two inch high tower of frozen froth poking up from my glass. I nibbled it while I waited for my squid. The froth was delicious. When the calamari arrived, the guy said it would be the best I had ever tasted. He was right. The frozen stuff is OK, until you try the real thing. I got him to tell me how he cooked it, but I'm not telling you.
Instead, go to this taverna, and see what you think...
After the calamari and beer, I went around taking pictures of the places where I had eaten, apart from Douskos Restaurant, which I have never photographed for some reason. I toured the gift shops and found a few things for my family. After that, I had a bit of a siesta, and then wandered out to see who was around. It was strangely quiet. I met some friends at To Steki, and had a meal with them. Tony Klein joined us, and we sat and talked for a while. Later we wandered around town looking for music, or even groups of people we knew. Eventually we gave up and wandered off to our hotels.
The next day I went home. Well, I sat and talked by the harbour until the Flying Cat came. It was very comfortable. I had ages to wait for my flight, which was then delayed some more. Such is life...