Today had been declared an official slow day in honour of Anita’s friend
Rhonda’s 50th birthday. The celebrations started with a bottle of Spumante (Prosecco not readily available last night). We drove into town from
our lodgings on the hill and were leased to find and unrestricted parking spot
just off the north end of the beach near the cliffs. Parking availability no
doubt due in large measure to the diminished number of tourists.
The cliffs are made of tuf, we think. Close up, it is a white shiny material. There is a
striking penis-shaped pinnacle adjacent to the cliffs, reminiscent of those we
saw in Cappadoccia in 2007. The beach is partitioned off into sections operated
by various franchisees, with beach umbrellas and lounges. Lounge and towel cost
€8.
We had spotted the Castello from our lodgings and the beach and walked to the
promontory toward it. It was now a military installation so no entry allowed. I
climbed up to fence at the cliff face to get a better view for photographing.
After only as long as it takes to get off two or three shots my arm was covered
in tiny ants, sugar ants we would call then in Oz.
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| Pickly pear is common here |
We proceeded through the town to a church
on another promontory by the harbour, passing through white streets lined with
shops and eateries. After only a short time we were desperate from some
refreshment. The humidity here is quite high. We thought we had left these
conditions behind in Hong Kong, but it is actually not much different here
today. We settled into a very pleasant spot seated in comfortable lounge chairs
out on the marble? street pavement in front of a bar/café in the harbour
precinct and had a marvellous time swapping stores over drinks.
Early afternoon by this time so we ascended
again to an establishment spied by the girls earlier that was notable for the
handsome hunks who were having their early lunch. It was very good lunch and we
had a most enjoyable time there looking over a small secondary harbour to the
church.
Serendipitously, we found the restaurant
nearby that had been earmarked for the evening meal. By wonderful co-incidence,
we just managed to catch the proprietors just as they shutting shop for the
afternoon siesta and managed to book a table.
Back to home base for a well-earned rest to
fortify us for the evening.
The following is a card received by the birthday girl:
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