The Greek islands trip (part three)

The van did indeed follow the edge of the beach and we passed by a number of small hotels and bars lined up along the road, and soon stopped in front of a really nice little white washed building with a small restaurant in the front.

We checked in and discovered the reason for the unnerving manic haste, with which the host had bundled us into the van and sped back to his hotel. The footy was on the tele and the poor guy had been caught between business and pleasure.
We were led to a really nice little room at the back of the building. I opened the shutters and took a deep breath of cool island air.
Slightly agog at the pleasant room we had found ourselves occupying, and gently fatigued from the twenty-four hours plus of travelling, we stumbled down stairs to the restaurant and were invited to share a complimentary glass of wine with our host.
Draining the cool drink while watching a bit of the game on the tele, we excused ourselves and spent an hour scouting out the narrow white painted avenues that chaotically cut through the mind bogglingly pretty town. At that time of night it was utterly deserted and serene.

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