As soon as Ron landed on Kos tarmac he came over
all Demis Roussos meets Dimitris Deverikos. The Drive to Kefalos was like the
trip around Marble Arch and Hyde Park Corner. Any sense of peace, tranquillity
and relaxation that may have been induced by several Gin and tonics on the
plane soon gave way to pure terror. The race to get to Kamari Bay was adrenalin
fuelled as quite often the plane was so late that the petrol station was
closed and my chance to say ‘Ekosi euro parakalo’ had to wait till the next day
with fingers crossed that we had enough fuel to get to Kefalos.
With indicators muddled by windscreen wipers and
message to self ‘you forgot to bring the new ones with you, bought in double packs
from Halfords as you know they perish quickly out here’ the lights of Kamari Bay
beckoned like a Siren from Greek Mythology.Seat belt rules do apply especially in the Kardamena, Antimachia
location but Ron forgot unless I started shouting, no different from home
really. The rush was on, with taxis overtaking at the last minute and us
reciprocating, worry beads flipping back and forth and that was me, and eyes
closed in case cats or dogs ran out across the road.
So eager to get to Kefalos one year we veered off
to the right at speed into Antimachia by the High school and ended up inches
short of a large Carnival model on a truck, ‘who’d have thought they kept them
from the February parades in
both
Pyli and Antimachia ‘.Scary in daylight and
terrifyingly surreal in the dark. ‘my God those travel tablets were powerful
didn’t think they were hallucinogenic’. With equal reversing
speed we got back onto Highway One hoping nobody had seen us. The road might be
straight most of the way but with hidden bends close to Cows tethered to the
side of the road and chance of a goat crossing I always hated the night drive.
Daytime equally traumatic as the Quad Bikes took over the road dicing with
death from the coaches. Give me a scooter any day although not having the best
control over my centre of gravity maybe not a good idea.
Screeching to a halt we’d arrive just in time for
a large Metaxa times two, I’d definitely need one by then. It’s amazing how
quickly you can get to Kefalos from the airport Greek style and still be able
to say Kalanixta.
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