A boat trip at the end of a holiday is always a good idea.
You’re tanned enough to deal with the sunshine, you’re relaxed enough to enjoy yourself properly, and chances are you’re ready to get out for a new adventure.
When you’re on an island it’s not just a good idea, it’s practically compulsory.
We sunscreened ourselves within an inch of our lives, pulled on swimsuits, hats, and off we went.
Ready for the high seas!
The boat launched from a rather rough Amoudi Bay.
We clambered on, holding tight to the arms of the crew before arranging ourselves on the top deck.
Soon we were out sailing past little coves, cavernous rock formations and seaside taverns.
A particular favourite because it stays up with the neck undone, so no tan lines! If you’re looking for a supportive bikini that’s not uncomfortable this is the ultimate.
We pulled into the famous hot springs.
And arrived at just about the same time as every other boat trip in the area.
The crowds, combined with the wafts of sulfur and our captain’s insistence that the “hot in hot springs was more of a “slightly warm”, we stretched out on deck and watched from a far.
Soon we set sail and headed on.
Rocking with the waves, snoozing in the sunshine and sipping on iced spritzers.
We were treated to a glimpse of our little town from the sea, and mermaid bay from a distance.
You couldn’t keep us out of the water for long!
Val and I raced over to do something we’d wanted to since we arrived.
Jump off a church!
Well, one specific church…
Cut from the side of a rock in the sea, this particular church had been calling to us all week!
We took a run up, looked at each other, said a final “I love you!” and jumped.
It may not look like much from here, but it felt like a very long time to be falling!
We swam back to the boat for lunch.
Which we snoozed off all the way home.
We dressed up for our last supper, and took a couple of happy snaps before we left our little pearl of a hotel.
We headed back down into Amoudi bay.
All the way through to Sunset Taverna, which had become our firm favourite.
We toasted the most dreamy of weeks.
With cold local wine.
And tucked into a nibbly sharing feast.
Tzatziki and taramasalta (the best we had on the island).
The best octopus of the trip.
By far the best shrimp saganaki. (Try this recipe, you’ll never look back!)
And maybe one or two more carafes of wine once the sun had dipped into the sea.
We chattered away like we hadn’t seen each other in years, never mind the fact we’d spent every second of the last week together!
We watched the stars twinkle into existence and the moon rise over the ocean.
The air cooled, the restaurants emptied and we were finally shooed away so they could pack away our chairs.
The holiday was over. Time to head to bed and home the next morning.
As the old saying goes, our tans will fade but (with any luck) the memories will last forever.