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We have to go to Corfu-City once again to buy gifts for at home. This time we lill leave the bus at the dam of the lagoon and walk to the peninsula Kanoni and the small islands Vlaherna and Pontikonissi, which are to be seen on the title page of nearly every travel guide of Corfu. As mentioned above they are located just aside of the landing ramp of the airport. On the other hand I can quote from a book about Corfu: "Kanoni is one of the most beautiful area of the island, of Greece and the Mediterranian Sea at all". So let us compromise: who would be bewildered by the airport should not fly to Corfu.
We pass the dam and have a look at this famous cloister Panagia Vaherna. So early in the morning the busses have not come yet and we can walk inside the cloister building. Of course there is a souvernir shop and nothing remarkable to be seen. Thereafter I climb up the hill to get the post-card-photgraphy from above. (Look at the internet for "Pontikonissi" and you will find lots of it). Above there are a tavern and the parking sites for the busses.
We start for the walk to the city and try to walk in the shade whenever possible. At a crossing we see a big archaeologic excavation where they look for Bycantinic remains of an ancient town. On the other side of the road there is a big park and it is to be read, that this is the castle of Mon Repos and this was the birthplace of Prince Philip, if you know whom I mean.
Around the next corner we see the sea and hit on the promenade at the Garitsa Bay. There is a new built windmill looking too new yet. There is a nice view to the city and the citadelle. I say "If I once in my life come to Corfu it should look like this". Funny! The buildings at the coast line are small to middle sized, one single building looks like a mackle - and this is the decent building of the Corfu Pace Hotel, five stars. Money makes the world go round...
Near the Venetian houses at the park we enter a shaded bench and have a postcard view to the church Ag. Spyridon. Inside the church everything is under construction however. We enjoy the crowded city and the noisy market once again and then prepare for the return. Meanwhile we have become somewhat hectically, Jonathan cries, Verena is angry that she cannot find a proper gift, Heidi looks for a toilet, the green bus will go within 10 minutes and there are 400 m to walk to the bus station. As we have managed all urgencies and mastered the 400 m to the station we just see the back of the bus leaving round the corner. So we have to wait 1 1/2 hours. We sit down and Verena asks "Why have we been in such a hurry?" "To get the bus in time" I say. "But why, we have time enough" she says - and she is right. In fact there is more to be seen at the bus station than at our hotel pool. Especially Jonathan cultivates the contact with a phoning gentleman in a telephone box by pulling at his crutch all the time. But there is no problem - Europeans understand each other.
Nearby there sits an outlaw, signed by a green plastictape strapped around his wrist. This must be worn during day and night and while doing love. It is the symbol for the membership to a "All-Inclusive-Club". So the waiting hour runs fast and we sit at the pool as soon as necessary.
The End
Only smaller events occur during the rest of the holiday. At the path up at the slope we find lots of fallen lemons. The buggy just can bear them. Heidi weasels around in the botany and looks for scions. She is not to be bewildered when I say, that it is not allowed to bring snakes and scorpions into the plane. We go for a last time to our favourite market shop, embrace and kiss and say farewell.
At Saturday afternoon we fly back home. As a summary we can say: there
was no desaster and we saw a lot, of course not as much as the rental drivers.
Jonathan has had his fun, unfortunately in later years of his life he will
not remember this journey. So he should read this report...