Back to Blighty
Last day in Kokkari, out early and for a long slow Greek breakfast. Then back to the rooms to pick up our cases and chat with the owner and her husband, and another couple we got chatting to.
Long journey home, the plane from 'Lonely Planet' airlines actually a second hand Aurelia Boeing from Lithuania, staffed by rather curt young men. Feeling a bit twitchy about flying. Take off from Samos airport fairly horrid, as we sped down the short runway, made it over the sea, within seconds the plane hit a very low air pocket and sank and lurched starboard before recovering. Then to Lemnos, where we all had to disembark as the plane was refuelled, and one of our fellow travellers locked himself in the toilet cubicle. Up again into high cloud. A curt 'turbulence, please do up your seat belts' as we started bucking and plunging. I was exceedingly twitchy, a state improved by in and tonic. The second part of the flight fine, but it was good to be home, despite the fact that there were no stairs to allow us to disembark at Gatwick for 25 minutes.
Good to be home. Blighty a green and pleasant land. Cats and fish all happy, and Beth had survived house and cat sitting admirably, but was very pleased to see us.
Below a moth (I think) the size of a baby mouse I snapped in the morning, and the cicada I'd snapped a few days before. The cicada very hard to spot despite its ear-piercing sound. Slightly out of focus.
Long journey home, the plane from 'Lonely Planet' airlines actually a second hand Aurelia Boeing from Lithuania, staffed by rather curt young men. Feeling a bit twitchy about flying. Take off from Samos airport fairly horrid, as we sped down the short runway, made it over the sea, within seconds the plane hit a very low air pocket and sank and lurched starboard before recovering. Then to Lemnos, where we all had to disembark as the plane was refuelled, and one of our fellow travellers locked himself in the toilet cubicle. Up again into high cloud. A curt 'turbulence, please do up your seat belts' as we started bucking and plunging. I was exceedingly twitchy, a state improved by in and tonic. The second part of the flight fine, but it was good to be home, despite the fact that there were no stairs to allow us to disembark at Gatwick for 25 minutes.
Good to be home. Blighty a green and pleasant land. Cats and fish all happy, and Beth had survived house and cat sitting admirably, but was very pleased to see us.
Below a moth (I think) the size of a baby mouse I snapped in the morning, and the cicada I'd snapped a few days before. The cicada very hard to spot despite its ear-piercing sound. Slightly out of focus.
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