On the bus to the boat to take us to the island of Paros we met two Dutchies Michael and Susan. We sat down as the sun was rising to have some Delphi apricot juice. We got along with the Dutchies by the time we were all herded on the boat. After a stop on the island of Naxos we reached Paros The only room available was for 4 so we ended up sharing it with the Dutchies. We settled in and all of us headed to the beach and I taught Michael how to play Frisbee. He caught on quickly. The locals and tourists have never seen a Frisbee before so there is a crowd that always gathers to watch. It is a great way to meet new people and breaks down the barrier of language. On the way home I bought some Papadopoulos cookies and the Dutchies a bottle of wine. We all went out for souvlaki and had a walk after that boating meal.
18July1973: Paros, Greece: Roasting on the Beach: The Dutchies Fall Ill
Poor Michael woke up with a stomach-ache. We picked up lunch supplies and took a putt putt boat to the beach. There are many small beaches separated by rocks so it is like having a small private beach. That crystal clear water and sand! We could put aside the bad start to the day as all were woken up by screaming Greek mothers blasting their children for some transgression. We fried under the blazing sun getting burnt. Still have that Canadian pasty skin. We played Frisbee in front of a sizable crowd. We had a lemonade at a cafe after taking the putt putt home. The sun must have fried my brain as I felt like nodding off. Susan had a bad headache. Headed home and Mom washed some clothes. We went out for a beer before dinner and saw the Dutchies who were feeling better. The dinner was good but a crabby waiter was annoying. We had watermelon for desert and came home feeling the burn.
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