Issy wakes up feeling only very marginally better. Her cold is an absolute doozy. We wander down into Fira and I have the 'Greek Breakfast', which consists of three eggs. I wonder if this means that lots of Greek people have three eggs every day. I haven't seen a chicken yet, so I'm not quite sure where they get the eggs from. I also have coffee that the spoon stands up in, and I think that I'll probably now be awake for several days. We wander into and out of shops and then into the main church which has a spectacular ceiling. Unlike yesterday's monastery chapel it also seems to have some room for a congregation.
We have lunch with Maddie Johansen, whose parents are old friends of ours. She's been everywhere that there is to go in Europe and then some. She tells us that she had 50 Euro in her pocket on Sunday when the Greek Government announced that it was closing all its banks for a week. All the ATMs were out of cash, so she snuck out in her pyjamas at 3am and managed to find an ATM in a back alley that had just been
refilled. I hope that her parents haven't heard about this.
Issy is no better. This really sucks for her. I let her rest while I walk around the edge of the caldera to Skaros Rock, which is a large outcrop jutting out of the caldera’s cliff face. I walk down the cliff along several hundred steps to the base of the rock, then up a lot more steps to a ledge near the top. I briefly contemplate continuing to a church I can see hundreds of metres down near the water's edge, but this looks to be just a few steps too far for today. I try to find a way up to the top of the rock but this looks like a job for rock climbers. Other people are also trying to find a way up, and they ask me if I can help them find it. I‘m not sure why they think I’ll know. One young man does find a way up but apparently it involves hanging upside down while supporting yourself by your fingernails. I decide to pass on this; I think Issy would probably kill me if I fell off and died so early in
our trip. There is evidence of a settlement here at some stage, and I remember Kostas telling us that the people who lived here left in the mid 1850s because of constant earthquakes. This is not too surprising; I can't imagine too many more dangerous places to be in an earthquake. Apparently the rock has a Maltese connection, as someone bought an icon of the Virgin Mary from Malta here at some stage. I hope it liked earthquakes.
On the way back I see a professional photo shoot involving a model doing weird yoga poses on the roof of a church. I take a picture of her. I'm not sure I'm supposed to take photos of professional models for free, so I run away quickly before anyone has a chance to ask me for money.
Issy is getting worse instead of better. She launches into antibiotics while I get some take away gyros and bread for our dinner.
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