Exhilarated by octopus
Our last full day. Much like the others, breakfast on our balcony, in the warm sun, and then we mooched down to the beach, armed with a couple of spanakopitas and read, and cross-stitched and listened to podcasts. A last big swim, although just as I was about to start swimming I was ambushed by a panic attack. Typical scenario for me -- anxiety striking when I am at my most relaxed. However it was all over quickly, and Lorraine and I headed back into the water for a lovely swim. We saw two octopuses. one hiding between rocks watchful of us, and subtly changing colour and the second, brilliantly, over a sandy bottom and swimming and crawling along the bottom on its eight legs and inserting itself into the long seagrass. It was fabulous and strangely exhilarating to see it. Back on shore, an older local guy crept into the water with an evil tripod tipped spear gun. He emerged some time later with a dead octopus -- which we felt quite sad about -- and two or three fish all bou...
