Friday I found Gemini, a restaurant run by a couple of friendly brothers. They invited me to have whatever I like, fresh bread, cheese, and salad, and sleep under the awning next to the restaurant. There was a shed where I showered with a cold hose and a bucket of hot water. They gave me a tablecloth to use as a towel.
I paddled past two islands with churches on them, and many more without. Strange rock formations abounded and I could almost see faces in the stone. Mountains dropped staggeringly into the water. Caves bored into their sides. I found a dark chamber. The water had the slightest glow that let me guess at the dimensions. Near the entrance it was still bright enough to see the bottom far beneath me.
Outside the water was just as clear. Enormous boulders rose from turquoise depths not quite becoming islands. Schools of fish swam near fields of wavy grass.
Western Greece is a kayaking paradise, if you don’t mind the overweight sunburnt naked Greek guy on the beach.
I had a loaf of whole wheat bread with me. I ate a slice every 15 minutes. I got heartburn and felt gross. I took a break for half an hour and almost ran out of energy so I tried every 20 minutes that worked better.
In the afternoon a force three wind picked up from the side and the flat waters I’ve enjoyed for the last few days were replaced by something a little more aggressive.
Much fatigued I pulled into Mitikas’s port. There was no office and only a few boats. Men fished. One fellow swam. He was flailing a lot for pitiful progress. I spent the summer running a staff that taught people how to swim, maybe in exchange for pointers I could score a shower and a warm bed.
He took my pointers, but offered nothing in return. There’s a cold shower on the beach.
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Nautical miles paddled: 23
Current location: 39.000922,20.706685