fishing port
We drive only starts relatively late, after all, we now have only a relatively short distance ahead of us. But then the wind is playing again nothing like that with how he is, but is exactly opposite us and shaft. ignore it and go under motor does not even work to the waves are too high. So show up announced and it is then but too late until we reach the tiny harbor Marathopoli. The entrance is very narrow, are everywhere around boulders, parts of the pier, which were washed into the sea. Seemingly have it here more often, with the waves.
We gratefully accept the offer of a fisherman, make us firmly on a larger fishing boat. From the anchors, he advises strongly against us, because lying around everywhere Moorings.
The place is spectacular, but not quite as ugly as it at first Sight,. When we want to go to dinner, it's in the shops and restaurants everywhere suspicious dark. A power failure has been paralyzed for two hours, the entire village. Thank God, the power just goes up again, as we have already accepted the fact that we were possibly to get a salad.
I met three nice young street dogs, which I explain it to her best friend. It's not that easy to get rid of the three. One of the three, a young female, I would prefer packed and taken away, the picture was pretty and also three of the unaufdringlichste3 without being afraid of his. For dinner, customers will also find a few more young Cats.
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