Tuesday, 1 September 2009

Aghios Nikolaos

The coach brought us back to the port of Aghios Nikolaos and we went on board to have some lunch (as it was free on the ship!) and then dragged ourselves off the gangplank again in the afternoon despite the temptation of the Horizon Bar because I knew I couldn't disappoint my readers... Or something like that!

The ship was moored so close to the town and shops that we could literally step off and then straight into the tourist area.

Aghios Nikolaos means Saint Nicholas. Apart from the Christmas association he is patron saint of both Greece and sailors so it's not all that much of an unexpected name for a coastal town in Greece!

Fran chose a shop and we went inside. Zorba the Greek type music was playing, making me want to link arms with someone and dance. The shop's owner must have seen it in my face because he came out to chat and swap stories whilst Fran was choosing thimbles and fridge magnets. His English was a little halting and yet he still launched into a story about his diet and how he used to be 110 kilos... Now bearing in mind that I'm still a stones and pounds man and haven't yet been converted to metric it would have been confusing enough. Trying to sort it out from a Greek accent was making me glaze over...

We walked around the harbour which is built up on two sides with the others being the sea and the dock where the ship was moored. An old galleon style sailing ship was moored up opposite our ship and turned out to be a cafe/bar when we got closer to it.

There was a chap with a spear gun scuba diving, swimming over the rocks at the bottom of the harbour and we watched him for a while but nothing came to eat him and we tired of it rather quickly.

We came across this ancient column, broken off and mounted decoratively on the pavement at the meeting place of two flights of steps leading up the considerable slope away from the harbour.

I spent half an hour doodling whilst Miss Franny went off to look at even more shops. I finished this off later when we got back on the ship and I had something long and cool standing by me...

We ran out of interesting bits along the stretch of coast and doubled back on ourselves to head towards a road bridge which separated the harbour from a lagoon.

The scuba diver still had a full compliment of arms and legs and was so complacent that he was diving further down than his snorkel could cope with and returned to the surface with a spout of water like a whale... Whatever floats your boat, I say - but I'm pretty sure I'll go through life without blowing water out of my snorkel thank you very much!

We came to the road bridge and turned right to have a look at the lagoon. It's described as a "bottomless" lagoon. It is volcanic in origin, the water filling a sunken chamber and even Jacques Cousteau and his team were unable to find the bottom when they tried.

Along two edges of the lagoon are cafes and shops and along the inland edge of the lagoon is a park. Pleasure boats line the edges alongside the bars and restaurants and souvenir shops. It was a very pleasant place to be.

We returned to the ship and submitted to the pampering attention of Karen and Raquel in the Horizon bar. The ship sailed at six o'clock and we settled down for the overnight trip towards Turkey and the port of Kusadasi.

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