Andros (Greek Island)
Welcome to the beautiful and strange island of Andros.
Conquered, betrayed, and sometimes outright bought by the Ottoman's, Greek's, Roman's, Venetians and wealthy Athenian shipping families - there is a strange hodpodge of buildings and traditions here. Hodpodge in a good way though. There are several towns on the island and we stayed in the handsome main town of Andros. Thanks to the hotel gods which are looking after us, our non-view small room had been overbooked and we were forced to take the much larger sea view room for the same price.
Speaking of sea view, we were worried we wouldn't be able to make our way here because of the strong seas. Things have calmed down for the most part now, and if all goes well we'll be able to make our connection to the Athen's airport and onto Norway with no problems tommorow.
The plan was to spend a couple days here driving around, as the north part of the island is covered in citrus trees, and the south, churches and beaches. After a long bus ride to the car rental place at the port we were told that you have to be 25 to rent the automatics, and 23 to rent the manuals. Bah! Curses for not knowing how to drive manual.
For lack of any other way of getting around we walked to the nearest beach for a rest and then onto the resort town of Batsi 15km away. Thank god we had the rest first, as the walk can be described only as 'ambitious'. 1 km away from Batsi a german lady squealed her tiny car to a stop and waved us in crying "The HEAT! Oh my goodness! Get in and I will take you!". We spent the rest of the day underneath a tree with a mountain of iced coffees cooling us down.
Determined not to see much less for lack of a car, we did a day hike through the surrounding villages and countryside, eventually ending up at the 'beauty spot' a local hiking book described in broken english and the famous (well, island famous) Souza spring, which is bottled and drank all over the Cyclades. It has to be the best water either Anette or I have ever tasted. That may or may not have anything to do with how hot it was - but we'll just leave it at that.
Norway is up next, and we're both looking forward to seeing all of Anette's family and the beautiful fjords. Some cooler weather will be a nice change too (I know, I know you don't want to hear it!).
Conquered, betrayed, and sometimes outright bought by the Ottoman's, Greek's, Roman's, Venetians and wealthy Athenian shipping families - there is a strange hodpodge of buildings and traditions here. Hodpodge in a good way though. There are several towns on the island and we stayed in the handsome main town of Andros. Thanks to the hotel gods which are looking after us, our non-view small room had been overbooked and we were forced to take the much larger sea view room for the same price.
Speaking of sea view, we were worried we wouldn't be able to make our way here because of the strong seas. Things have calmed down for the most part now, and if all goes well we'll be able to make our connection to the Athen's airport and onto Norway with no problems tommorow.
The plan was to spend a couple days here driving around, as the north part of the island is covered in citrus trees, and the south, churches and beaches. After a long bus ride to the car rental place at the port we were told that you have to be 25 to rent the automatics, and 23 to rent the manuals. Bah! Curses for not knowing how to drive manual.
For lack of any other way of getting around we walked to the nearest beach for a rest and then onto the resort town of Batsi 15km away. Thank god we had the rest first, as the walk can be described only as 'ambitious'. 1 km away from Batsi a german lady squealed her tiny car to a stop and waved us in crying "The HEAT! Oh my goodness! Get in and I will take you!". We spent the rest of the day underneath a tree with a mountain of iced coffees cooling us down.
Determined not to see much less for lack of a car, we did a day hike through the surrounding villages and countryside, eventually ending up at the 'beauty spot' a local hiking book described in broken english and the famous (well, island famous) Souza spring, which is bottled and drank all over the Cyclades. It has to be the best water either Anette or I have ever tasted. That may or may not have anything to do with how hot it was - but we'll just leave it at that.
Norway is up next, and we're both looking forward to seeing all of Anette's family and the beautiful fjords. Some cooler weather will be a nice change too (I know, I know you don't want to hear it!).
posted by Brad and Anette at 5:59 AM
2 Comments:
You should have just told them that with the Canadian conversion rate you are actually much older than 25.
And because of fluctuating oil prices you should pay much less.
Supply and demand.
R.
hey!
where's the next update? I've been checking DAILY since aug 3 and its now the 11th! A girl's gotta get her fix!
J
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