Serifos

We left Kythnos and headed for Serifos. The wind had picked up considerably and I feared rough seas. You can see the wind on the water.  We stopped at Psilli Ammos to swim, a beach that had been voted best European Beach some years ago. As the wind was up the water felt colder and we swam vigorously to get to the beach and a cave beyond. The boys headed to the beach and found a tree from which to do pull ups.

The Oleanders snaking up the river beds were a vision of loveliness. 

 

Rounding the bend we came into port and docked. The harbour was large full of little restaurants along the beach and plenty of supermarkets and bakeries. We decided that we were going to walk up to the Chora, the main town and visit the Kastro at the top. This involved some wide steps to start with until we got up to the houses and then the steps got narrower and narrower, going through little passages where you had to walk single file. 

We counted the steps up to the top - 824 and there at the very top was a beautiful little church and a couple of young girls who were selling their hand-made bracelets. I immediately started chatting to the younger girl. She came from Albania at the age of one, but was now in a Greek school and speaking fluent Greek. She was clearly very bright and lovely to talk to and she took this stunning picture of us all. Her name is Katina. 

Dinner was souvlaki and giros in pitta with our toes in the sand washed down with a cold red local wine and a couple of baklavas on or way back to the yacht.