Thought we'd nip out
for a spot of lunch yesterday as it was Christine's Birthday but I'd
get a bunch of flowers from the Village Garden Shop first. But no
joy, very very little was open. Then the penny dropped , of course
Clean Monday not only a Bank holiday but a significant day in the
Greek Orthodox Calendar.
Undeterred we drove
into Kos town, along empty silent roads and as we neared Kos town it
was like the Marie Celeste devoid of its people. But as we approached
The Flag roundabout it was encircled with Kites, bright, fluttery,
flimsy kites. Floral, geometric but mostly Minions, Sponge Bob Square
Pant (I so wanted that one) and every child's fantasy character you
could imagine.
The great metropolis
was deserted all but kite sellers on every conceivable drive through.
So we decided to follow
the windward side back to Kefalos and all along that windy, shallow
stretch of Coast families were parked up, picnicking, barbecuing and
flying kites. The Higher the kite the closer to God. A sign of the
beginning of Lent. Hope they were eating veggie burgers off the bbq.
The day was warm and sunny and as we drove further in land big family
gatherings could be seen eating together under pergolas outside their
houses as no where was open.
Still selling cakes in
Special we indulged our sweet tooth, sorry not on my agenda to give
up as I've only just found Greek patisserie in a big way. But as I
drove along Kamari Bay several Tavernas were bursting at the seams
with people enjoying eating and celebrating together and a strange
sight this year. Smokers hovering outside by the seafront railings
taking in the fresh sea air as they exhaled the smoke. I 'd like to
have been included but maybe next year.
