We were walking back from our exploration to points south. While passing this closed taverna and shop a voice from within a gate called out to us. Who were we? Where were we from? The usual banter. We decided it would be nice to buy a bit of this fellow’s home made wine – in the barrels at the front of his shop. He was keen but a female voice from deeper within the chaos of the shop said they were closed. This guy was not to be deterred so he opened the iron grill and invited us in for a drink. Well why not? It had been a longish hotish walk. Very soon we were seated in the otherwise empty restaurant and wine was poured. It was quite good.
Then we were subjected to four volumes of his guest books. We were to read the entires attesting to his restaurant’s fabulous food. There were numerous positive comments. The wine done but the cover station getting weird (political), Pat brilliantly told the Captain – for indeed it was he who had invited us in – that we had an important meeting back in our village so we had to get a move on. It took some doing but we managed to manoeuvre our way out of there – with the promise – yes, I’m ashamed to say we lied – to come back for the best Mousaka in Greece the next day. Here’s a picture I took – Pat was cursing me – the Captain was absolutely sloshed on his home made ouzo and he was getting a huge kick out of hugging her.
We escaped from the Captan’s clutches – literally with the realization that there is no way we risk walking in that direction gain! This limits our walking options somewhat as there are only two ways out of our village!