(I originally wrote this to post under Arillas Ditties, until I realised I'd finally got around to writing a holiday report!)
We went to Arillas, we had a ball,
The sun so hot, the moon was full.
The sea inviting, we adored the beach,
Hospitality was always in reach
At tavernas and accommodation.
All deserve a recommendation.
We went for walks with gorgeous views
Of beautiful bays in perfect blues.
Drinking ouzo as we sat in the sun,
We made new friends and had some fun.
We discovered koum kuat, we tasted mythos.
The Greek food was so delicious.
A Metaxa was often the way
To end a simply perfect day.
Lunch by the pool, an omeleta,
A Greek salad with lots of feta.
Served with a “Yammas” or “Here, boss”
From Angela or Nikos.
We read our books and lounged around,
Paradise on earth we’d found.
Achilleon Palace and Pontikinissi
We visited though it wasn’t easy.
We were the only English on the bus!
The Romanian guide couldn’t talk to us.
We couldn’t understand a word
Of the commentary – how absurd.
But nothing was going to spoil our day,
We enjoyed it come what may!
Ouzos with Eggy in the Coconut Bar,
Meeting Forum members from afar.
Laughing and joking in the afternoon,
My tee shirt on backwards, I felt a buffoon.
Drinking until my vision went wonky,
Colin and Negg talking the leg off a donkey.
Dimitris at Brouklis, the courgette keftedes,
Sea bream at Vivallis, their lovely dolmades,
Kostas, Mirage, the Captains, Horizon
And Graziella we enjoyed – hardly surprising.
Stuffed peppers at Thalassa, a night in Corfu town,
Dinner at Eftyhia to watch the sun go down.
A night of Greek dancing and fun at the Makris
Which is where we ate barbecued swordfish.
To Porto Timoni, we clambered down cliffs,
We said, “This is no way to get our kicks!
We’re too old for this!” But still we prevailed.
Reaching the beach, glad not to have failed.
The clamber back up was almost as fraught,
We reached the road quite safely, we thought.
Then on the way back, walking quite free,
I fell in the road and cut my knee!
We went on a boat trip across to Albania,
We landed at Saranda – what could be zanier?
They were busy constructing tower blocks,
Were they turning back their clocks
To Spain in the sixties? Spoiling their view,
But at Butrint the ruins were a must to do.
I sent a postcard to my sister,
We went on a trip to Paleokastritsa.
We took a boat to see the caves,
It was fun, we were splashed by waves.
Coach stuck twenty minutes, so narrow the street,
Our driver edged onwards – it was no mean feat.
He took us up to the Bella Vista
Where we looked back down on Paleokastritsa.
This was our vacation of last September,
It was surely a holiday to remember.
The middle two weeks at the Kokinos,
Would have stayed longer had it been poss.
Eight months in Britain were hard to swallow,
My report for May is still to follow.
