This Airspace isn't Safe?

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We land in Doha and transfer to our flight to Athens. We're both feeling like zombies after fourteen hours in the air, and we've still got quite a few to go before we get anywhere near a bed. We read that Qatar's in the midst of a squabble with its immediate neighbours which means that the national airline can't fly over the neighbours' airspace, or it risks being shot down. Instead we find ourselves taking a detour to fly over the airspace of the apparently much safer, more friendly and more stable countries of Iran, Iraq and Syria.

We land in Athens and transfer to our flight to the island of Kefalonia where we collect our hire car. Hire car man says that our chariot is one eighth full of petrol, and that we must therefore also return it one eighth full. I'm not sure how you're supposed to know how much petrol to put in the tank so that it's exactly one eighth full, and I suspect this is really a ruse by the hire car company to get unsuspecting renters to return cars with more petrol in them than when they picked them up.

We're staying in the village of Assos which is at the opposite end of the island from the airport. The road there winds around a spectacularly steep coastline, with sheer drop offs into the sea hundreds of metres below us. The road down into the village is made up entirely of steep hairpin bends. We stagger into our apartment. It's now been thirty hours since we left home, and we're feeling more zombie-like than ever.

Our apartment has two balconies, both with great views out over the sea. We walk down into the small and spectacularly pretty village for dinner. It's set around a small and well sheltered harbour with steep hills on three sides. The water's crystal clear. We eat at a small taverna on the waterfront, where I'm reminded that I could very happily live on Greek food forever.

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Comments

[Suzanne Conroy]

Greek
Of course you can eat saganaki every night. Doesn't everyone when in Greece