Saved on Sifnos
Part 5: Don't worry
After two
days we decided to move on to the island of Sifnos. We had
tried to book a room from Kythnos, but to no avail. However,
in the way of the ever-optimistic tourist, and being quite
wet behind the ears, we took this to mean we could still turn
up and find somewhere to doss. So we did! And we didn't! The
agent at the little port town of Kamares was swamped with
people like us needing rooms, and those available had long
ago been allotted. He advised us to take the bus to Sifnos's
main village of Apollonia, up in the hills, and to try for
a domatia with the village people. By this time siesta had
closed Kamares, and by the time the bus had ground up the
steep road to the square at Apollonia, this village was also
asleep.
To give him
his due, the tourist officer in Apollonia rang everyone he
could think of on our behalf, but then with a shrug, sent
us off up the narrow flagstone street to take pot luck with
domatia. It was very hot, the luggage heavy, the street led
steeply upward and there was not a soul in sight. Suddenly
we came upon a little square with a small hotel on the corner.
It had a tiny terrace shaded by grapevines and a café
open for business, so we dragged our luggage to the terrace
and sat down, dying for a drink and something to eat.
And so we met our friend
Apostolos for the first time.
Apostolos spoke English
very well. He listened to our tale of woe, fed us Greek salads
and icy caffe frappes and said "Don't worry. I'll find
you something."
Part
6: Wonder of wonders
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