Today might be our last chance for a full day of relaxation before we go home so we decide not to waste it. We pull up sunlounges next to the pool and then on the beach. Its very overcast and it looks like it might have rained overnight.
We dont do anything so I dont know what to write about, so intelligent readers should probably stop here. For the rest of you..
Were fairly sure now that someone along every morning and fill in the large holes that get dug on the beach every day. We were going to dig an unusually shaped test hole back the next day to see whether it was still there, but the sands really hard and we both forgot to pack our spades when we left home. Its funny sand. Its so hard that the overnight rain‘s still sitting in puddles, and then a boat cruises past and generates some waves, and the water from them then just sits in puddles on the beach too. Its starting to get a bit smelly. It must get really smelly sitting on the beach here in winter when it really rains, not
So we think weve solved the holes on the beach issue, but what about some of the islands other great mysteries.
The lady sitting at the table next to us last night certainly looked a lot like Ash Barty, but I suppose well never know now whether or not it really was her. Issy reminded me that Ash Barty got married recently so maybe shes here on her honeymoon, although that said the man she was with looked old enough to be her father, so maybe not.
And were still also a bit mystified by the pair that sat on the table next to us the night before. The younger lady said she was Dutch but that she lived with her parents in New York. She had a really thick Dutch accent, so she cant have lived in New York for very long, and how did her to be there; surely theyd be too old to be immigrants, unless things have got a bit looser since the Donald handed control of the reins (handed over probably isnt
the right term in that particular case, had them forceably removed is probably a better description). Very mysterious. The older lady sounded Greek and we discovered that she has a villa here in Naxos. Both ladies seemed to be somehow involved in the travel industry, and there was a lot of talk about bookings going wrong and clients ringing up in the middle of the night because they had nowhere to sleep. So what was the mystery with the older lady? Well the younger lady asked her whether she could take her photo and she refused; she said she didnt like being photographed. She said that her dog didnt like being photographed either. Her dog wasnt there; she said it was back at the villa because it was too tired out, so Im not sure how it not wanting to be photographed was relevant, and anyway how can you know that a dog doesnt like being photographed. I think she might be hiding something if both her and her dog dont like appearing in photos. Witness protection possibly? The younger lady asked the older lady what she should order and was told to try the octopus. Ive had
octopus for dinner more often than not since weve been here and its always been delicious, but younger lady then told older lady that shed never tried it. Shes in the travel industry touring the world and shes never tried octopus? There was definitely something very fishy going on there.
We head into Town for dinner and manage to score a table on a balcony overlooking the waterfront. Which brings me to another mystery of life here. When the bill is above a certain amount and you need to enter your PIN to authorise it, the digits on the keypad they give you are always in random order. Im sure theres a good reason for this but its not all that apparent to us. I dont think its to discourage customers from drinking too much; I had enough trouble putting the right numbers in when I was sober, and anyway its not going to do the establishment much good if someone has too many attempts, their card gets locked out and they can‘t pay. Very mysterious.
