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All I can say is that I have never been a Margaret Thatcher fan. I hated what she did to the unions in Britain. I disliked how our own Trade Union no longer had teeth. However as I write this I wish Greece would get to grips with their workers.
We stayed for what was our last night in Greece at a rather dingy and miserable site - Drapano Beach. Described in the ACSI book as a pleasnt place to stop whilst waiting for your boat. The toilets were described as a little dated.
In reality Suzy is parked up in a miserable dull camping ground with no life whatsoever . It took some while to find reception and then lost the staff. There were the usual holiday caravans parked up but these looked as if they had not been lived in for some while. The toilets despite the staffs best attentions were not particuarly clean and had seen better days. I did eventually track down the staff who were pleasant enough. There is a cafe bar but quite truthfully we were really glad we were only staying one night. We couldnt stand it much longer.
We didnt
sleep well . This was the first campsite we felt the need to keep a baseball bat handy. Throughout the night our friend the Scops owl had followed us and entertained us with his sonar sounding night call.
"In a moonlight night on a Spring day - the croaks of a frog pierce through the whole cosmos turning it into a single family " Perhaps that should read Scops Owl hoots instead of frogs.
The only other folks on the site were in a huge RV and pottered about and a couple who turned up in a VW campervan.
After breakfast I called up at reception to pay and to escape. A lady was in front of me. She wanted a hospital as her daughter had fallen and she needed an X Ray. The conversation went on for some time. My visit to the counter ended up in a conversation I couldnt believe I was having . I was taken back to 2010 when we were stuck in Venice when the Icelandic volcano erupted. "Kalimeera " I said . I paid my 17 euros and the guy on reception fell into conversation with me. "Where are you
going next?" he asked. I told him we had finished our holiday and were heading home by boat tomorrow. "No you wont " he said . It turned out that there was a general strike going on and we had not heard a thing about it. Well perhaps we did yesterday we did hear a guy with a loudhailer saying something to the crowds. Given it was in Greek we had no idea that he was talking about the 48 hour strike . It had started Monday at midnight and was planned to end on Wednesday night at midnight so would not have affected us. However for maximum effect it had been extended another 48 hours so we were going nowhere.
We shot off down to the port and expected the place to be full of disgruntled passengers. Nothing , the car park was empty, the booking hall the same. Just a small hand written sign saying STRIKE. No picket line, no flying pickets, nothing just a quiet day at the port. We asked how we could get back home. First boat would be Saturday. The guy on reception rebooked us for the 11.58 boat. It took an age . He even went for a coffee while we stood waiting. We have to come back on Friday to confirm that the boats will be running or ring Minoan. AFerry emailed us and offered us a full refund for our ticket. We just have to wait and wait and see what happens. I guess this is what travel is all about . We thought about driving home through Albania, Montenegro, Croatia, Slovenia, Italy, Switzerland and France however Glenn has not renewed his International driving licence and we dont have insurance cover. We could get third party at the Albanian and the border of Montenegro but in the end decided to hunker down and move back to Prevetza for tonight . Sadly this part of Greece does not have many interesting buildings so it looks like another day sitting on the beach and just hanging around.
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