Paxos

 We treated ourselves to a day's 'cruise' to Paxos & Antipaxos.

It was a perfect day for our crossing to Paxos.

We even went inside a cave, the photo not showing how buffeted we were.

The power of the waves, eh?

We landed at Gaios...

...and had a lovely lunch with view of quiet streets.

Proof that we were in Greece.

Georgios Anemogiannis, a hero of the Greek war of independence...

...and Tine, a hero(ine) of modern times!

A quick selfie to finish.

Sidari

Next day we stayed fairly local and caught the bus to Sidari.

The coast here is very dramatic...

...with people making the most of the little inlets...

...some jumping in and swimming into the caves. We watched 😂!

Evidence of bad erosion here.

We weren't expecting to see banana trees.

Catch up with Helen & Mo, over a drink of course.

Nikos Family Restaurant

We were made to feel so welcome at Nicos that we decided to return for their traditional Greek night. (Plus the food was excellent!)

When in Rome, and all that!

Helen & Tine were willing volunteers for the traditional dance, outside...

...and in!

Mo joined them later

The two Nikos sons showed us how to dance with each other...

...and with flames!

I was a bit disapponted that the plate throwing wasn't done with real plates 😂

I'm glad I wasn't the one clearing up.

Corfu Town

We caught the local service bus to Corfu Town, otherwise known as Kerkyra.

But first, yet another morning shot!

On arrival it wasn't too busy but there was a nice bustle.

La Spianiáda, based on La Rue de Rivoli in Paris.

Lord Frédéric Adam who built an aquaduct providing fresh water for the people of Corfu Town.

The Orthodox Church...

...right by the statue of Count Von Der Schulenburg who defended Corfu from the Turks in the 18th century...

...and the entrance to the 'old' fortress.

A look down to Faliraki Beach

Corfu port...

...and an eyeful boat taking tourists on a trip.

This time the 'new' fort...

...before visiting the synagogue.

There were many Jews in Corfu before WWII, sadly thousands were deported to concentration camps.

To finish we all liked the look of this house near the bus station. I reckon there was a little bit of work to be done!

Sfakera

Also on our way to Sfakera...

...we saw a small shrine by the roadside...

...and a field full of wild cyclamen.

Some kindly positioned seats on the steps to the top...

...but someone's lagging behind...

...while others took the long way round.

Made it...

...and the view was amazing.

The only way is down...

...with some wonderful barbary figs

Sadly the church was locked so we couldn't visit...

...but we could manage a beer at the local hostelry...

...avoiding a fresh bout of rain.

A dull day

 We got up to a damp start.

There won't be much eating & drinking outside today!

The weather was threatening but the views were still superb.

Tine & I walked along the beach to Ákra Róda...

...as far as we could go!

The weather was brighter in the afternoon so we set off for Sfakera, a small village just above Róda (and the birthplace of our hosts).

Along the way there were many examples of Mediterranean produce.

I wonder how old this olive tree was

Grapes for the local wine

Pomegranate...

...grapefruit...

...and limes.

A citric paradise!