The predominant look was; bare-chested for the lads, ladies a bikini (with or without a top), a deep mahogany tan for both and at least one tattoo apiece. This was topped with a variety of accents hailing from north of the border (the border being the M25). They were a friendly bunch as northerners are wont to be, if only I had understood what they were saying!
We were caught out by the meze twice. Seems that not even the waiter knew exactly how many dished were to be served. The fish meze was nuts, starters included; prawn cocktail, salad, beetroot, tahini, tzatziki, taramsolata, smoked salmon and smoked trout. Then the mains started arriving; mussels, calamari, breaded prawns and snapper, grilled salmon, a whole sea bass, and a whole snapper…at that point we called a halt to proceedings. My belly resembled that of a malnourished child, even the Boyf was struggling.
The sun shone all week, I read seven books and I’m a ridiculous shade of brown amidst the downpours we have in London today. A proper relaxing holiday.
Now I’m back and have three weeks left at the office before I join a new company in the city – suit shopping ahoy….
