Just 6 miles across to the village of Loutraki on the western side of Skopelos, and stern to onto another pontoon, this time on the south side offering a safer mooring from the strong north westerlies forecast yet again for the weekend. Although, as we heard just before we left, the pontoon had actually broken in 2, in the winds of the previous weekend. They were finishing mending it as we moored up.
On arrival before lunch we headed upwards, up a steep path to the beautiful hillside village of Glossa. We stopped for a breather and a lady came out of her house and offered us a delicious glass of cold water. Arriving at the village we lost ourselves for a while exploring its narrow streets before enjoying lunch in one of the few tavernas, Rouja.
Loutraki is served well by a regular bus service so on Friday we took the bus for a spectacular 75 minute ride to Skopelos town.
Saturday the bus again, this time just up to Glossa for a visit to the butchers and a walk back down wishing the lady we’d met yesterday a very happy birthday, 74 today.
We experienced a Taverna whilst watching the sunset on Friday and Saturday nights, where the waiter, very reminiscent of Basil Faulty entertained us, running between the kitchen and tables carrying, in most cases very little and telling us what we could and couldn’t have. No you should have the mixed salad with fish, not Greek salad, it turns out it lends itself better to meat. Because of the strong winds earlier that day the menu choice was very limited to some mediocre tuna (which we had), some very expensive large fish and a strange looking sausage! And enormous!
As a pre bill offering on Friday we received a very welcome couple of mini ice creams each and a large slug of ouzo and lemoncello. Very nice.
On the assurance that he would have pork steaks on the menu, we actually went back Saturday night also. Fortunately we were half way through our pork steaks when a large party of 15 people turned up. Again we were given complementary ice-cream, but this time we were left with the half bottles of ouzo and lemoncello to help ourselves. An hour later we paid the bill and staggered back to Jacana! We’ll be back with Fern and Stu, but will probably try a different taverna.
On arrival before lunch we headed upwards, up a steep path to the beautiful hillside village of Glossa. We stopped for a breather and a lady came out of her house and offered us a delicious glass of cold water. Arriving at the village we lost ourselves for a while exploring its narrow streets before enjoying lunch in one of the few tavernas, Rouja.
Loutraki is served well by a regular bus service so on Friday we took the bus for a spectacular 75 minute ride to Skopelos town.
Saturday the bus again, this time just up to Glossa for a visit to the butchers and a walk back down wishing the lady we’d met yesterday a very happy birthday, 74 today.
We experienced a Taverna whilst watching the sunset on Friday and Saturday nights, where the waiter, very reminiscent of Basil Faulty entertained us, running between the kitchen and tables carrying, in most cases very little and telling us what we could and couldn’t have. No you should have the mixed salad with fish, not Greek salad, it turns out it lends itself better to meat. Because of the strong winds earlier that day the menu choice was very limited to some mediocre tuna (which we had), some very expensive large fish and a strange looking sausage! And enormous!
As a pre bill offering on Friday we received a very welcome couple of mini ice creams each and a large slug of ouzo and lemoncello. Very nice.
On the assurance that he would have pork steaks on the menu, we actually went back Saturday night also. Fortunately we were half way through our pork steaks when a large party of 15 people turned up. Again we were given complementary ice-cream, but this time we were left with the half bottles of ouzo and lemoncello to help ourselves. An hour later we paid the bill and staggered back to Jacana! We’ll be back with Fern and Stu, but will probably try a different taverna.
