A change of scene for our daily beach trip. Ten minutes traversing westerly across the mountains takes us to the small village of Stoupa. In comparison to the tranquil surroundings of our little cove, Stoupa is a bustling metropolis. It’s geared up for locals and tourists alike with a supermarket, pharmacy, doctor, restaurants, bars and a pristine sandy beach.
It also has a literary history. Apparently the novel Zorba the Greek owes it’s inspiration to this unassuming town, not Crete, as the novel tells. A statue of author Nikos Kazantzakis stands on the cliff top to testify.
Anyway, back to the beach. It’s a bit crowded for my taste, but the water is perfect for swimming. Virtually no waves, crystal clear and dotted with cold water springs. As you swim out, you are unexpectedly caught by a cold draft wafting up from the sea bed every now and then. Weird but quite nice really.
Tired tonight, more tomorrow.
Words of the day:
- πώς λένε… – how do you say…? – (pos lennay)
- μέσα -inside – (mess-ah)
- έξω – outside – (ex-oh)
- χάρηκα – pleased to meet you (informal) – (har- eek-ah)
- κουρασμένος -tired – (koor-ass-men-oss)
- χωρίς – without -(hor-ees)