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September 17, 2014

Relaxed Travelling With A Little Insider Knowledge Goes A Long Long Way…

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This post follows my post of yesterday, where even though it was early autumn the temperature were more than warm enough for a refreshing swim in the sea for my brother in law, his son and our kids.

The place in question was the Greek city of Volos and the date was the last week of October in 2012 so it was rather a surprise that the squeals from the swimmers were of delight rather than of a cold water shock.

Large natural bodies of water heat up very slowly, but they also cool as slowly so there is still the heat of summer “in storage” long after the temperatures have dipped from the sweltering forty degree heat of the hight of summer to the mid twenties centigrade of this time of year.

After those taking a dip are out of the water and changed, they are all ravenous and well and truly ready for an early evening dinner.

Luckily there are a series of restaurants just a few meters away on the beach front, and since the weather is mild we opt  for one where we can sit outside under a canopy close to the sand.

Once again I try the fried little fish, once again it’s tasty but nothing like the divine morsels I found on Palio Tikeri Island.

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Everyone else finds their own favourite on the menu, well almost everyone: Little Mr and Kiwi Daughter find that there are no toasted sandwiches on the menu so after a little grumble that there’s nothing else on offer that they fancy, polish off bread, fries and cucumber instead.

I’m not too concerned, they  don’t know it at the time but they would hit with a mountain of veggies as soon as we are back to make up with the deficiency.

The meal is nice enough and no one had any complaints at all but at the same time  no one rated it outstanding either, it certainly filled the right gaps before our flight home.

(Ryan air have little snacks available to buy on the flight but no warm meal) and it would be around 10:30 or 11:00 pm before we landed at Charleroi in Belgium, and well after midnight before we were home in the Netherlands so this was an excellent time and place to have our evening meal. It’s brilliant that our in laws have done this trip so many times before in the last twenty years, they know all about the airport food, the quality or the lack of it, they know how to plan going to the airport so that the day still feels like a holiday day with relaxed local eating and a swim instead of just packing, driving and flying. They also know the best places to go, has we been on our own we would have driven past the side street to get here without even realising that this place was here. Relaxed travelling with a little insider knowledge goes a long long way…

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September 11, 2014

A Greek Spread And Lots Of Fun Near The End Of Our Stay…

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We are back again, joining our in-laws for dinner at Spiro’s restaurant in Platania on the Pelion peninsular in Greece.

The usual medley of Greek favourites are there and it’s relaxing sitting in the balmy warmth that has a surreal feeling because you can’t imagine that this is still a part of Europe at the end of October.

But in 201 it was, the kids are getting away with the bare minimum of vegetables as usual, sharing out the only favourite available which was the cucumber  (but ha ha …unbeknownst to them all the parents present are vowing to remedy that upon immediate return to the Netherlands)… children, your broccoli, carrots and peas await you yet.

Our holiday is nearing it’s end, just one more full day and then it’s back to the crueler climes of  the beginning of a Northern Europe again. Once again Himself scores my dessert, how he and my brother in law can polish off so much of this teeth wrenchingly sweet stuff I’ll never know, but they both love it as much as I detest it. More power to them!

My brother in law takes a break from dessert to help Spiros  fix a computer problem and in return Spiros joins us from the kitchen for a Greek chin wag with out in-laws and an impromptu photo shoot  with us, some teasing about having to go home and some extra little bottles of Ouzo as an after dinner aperitif.  We end up walking slowly back to the holiday accommodation so that Himself can enjoy the gifts without having to step behind the wheel. I’d still prefer the little fish as cooked on Palio Trikeri Island with the  pickled walnut dessert from Promiri but this meal is the best we’ve had outside those, and with the added chatter and laughter we enjoy our meal a lot.

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September 6, 2014

Come On… Could YOU Resist Faces Like These?

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We’ve  just arrived back in Platania after having been out since very early this morning on our long drive up the coast.

Everyone is tired and looking for an early night, but first our stomachs are rumbling and it’s time to turn our attention to quelling the hunger pangs.

Logic says that we should cook the pasta that Himself thought he would indulge in back at our rented accommodation, but Himself  and I look at each other and each confess to feeling too tired and lazy to cook, let alone wash up afterwards and quick agreement is reached that we should revisit Spiro’s restaurant, where we had eaten previously with out in-laws when the meal had been Oma’s treat.

Within a few minutes the car is parked on the beach front by the restaurant and Himself is sipping the little shot-sized glass of complimentary Ouzo that is customary before each meal here.  Himself also gets to polish off my glass too because alcohol is a big no no with my strong pain medication. We order the favourites discovered on our previous visit and are so hungry that the salad gets a good deal polished off before I remember to take a photograph. If we had needed any recommendation as to the quality of the food, we had it in the form of two young cats who joined us and made it more than clear that they would be happy to help out with the eating.

Their big eyes tried to bore the message into our brains, they were patient and after a while their patience was rewarded, I mean who could resist faces like these? The last of the daylight was about to disappear as I took the photographs and it was well and truly dark once we finished. Himself drove us back to the holiday house and I think that we were all probably all asleep minutes after our heads hit the pillows. It had been a long day but wow… an excellent one.

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September 5, 2014

Argalasti, Excellent Pastries With A Smile…

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When travelling through Greece, even if unlike us you don’t need to allow extra time for numerous fresh air stops to combat motion sickness, it’s good to take a break and refresh yourself with a bite to eat.

Our brother and sister in law often come to Argalasti, the biggest town that closest to Platania and one of their most favourite places here is a bakery.

It’s this bakery that has been recommended to us and where were are making our last stop before heading back to our rented accommodation in Platania.

The staff are friendly and giggle at the idea of  their bakery being the subject of a blog post, however they are overcome by shyness and ask that I please photograph the food and not them, a request I’m more than happy to comply with.

There are a selection of pastries, and the staff  proudly rattled off the names of each of the delicacies as fast as I forgot them (I have a very visual memory so need to see a list written down to remember anything).  

We have been told to get the pastry that has the creamy filling  in it and once this mission has been accomplished we take our sweet threats  back to the car to share out.

I did try to get a photograph in the car, but I saved by piece to photograph and since everyone was tired, once Himself had finished his piece he got us back on the road again so that we could get the last stretch of the car journey over and done with.

I took  photographs of my pastry whilst the  car was moving and it was only when I saw the shots on the computer I saw how fuzzy they were.

The pastry by then had of course been safely stashed in my stomach and was no longer available for a re-shoot. I can attest that it was delicious and have made a mental note to ask my in-laws for the exact name so that if anyone gets close to a Greek bakery they can give this a try themselves. It’s also a place that we would definitely return to in the future because the pastries are delicious and the staff are so friendly even if their English isn’t too fluent. A big smile is International language of it’s own…

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Hmm, and a sharp photograph of a car dashboard, not quite what was intended…

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August 24, 2014

Choosing You Meal Is Never Usually This Personal…

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Following yesterday’s post about us ordering lunch at a restaurant on the bay of Damouchari port, I feel I need to be a little more specific about how the ordering system works when you arrive as the tourist season is ending and are the only customers for lunch.

Yes, the menu was presented to us, but not in printed format as is normally the case, but  ‘in person” (as it were) because we were invited right into the  kitchen to take a look at what was in the pots on the stove.

It was with big smiles that the menu was explained,  we see the chef throwing in bay leaves by the handful, there is slow cooked beef,  chicken being prepared and all with plenty of enthusiasm.

It’s very rare that customers can choose their restaurant meal directly from the stovetop…

Of course during high season and during busy times this wouldn’t be possible, but  for me it’s a chance to sneak a peek at a professional kitchen and take a look  “behind the scenes”. Outside there are baskets if vegetables, and of course, in due course our meals were served to us at our able outside.

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August 15, 2014

Restaurant in Promiri: Fabulous Menu, AMAZING Desert…

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We’ve arrived in the Greek hilltop village of Promiri,  It’s dark but this is Greece in October and it was still a balmy twenty five degrees.

Our in-laws have warned us that this is no tourist restaurant, the menu will be made up of whatever meats, fish or vegetables are available on the day, so the favourite dish you had last week or even yesterday might not be on the menu  and it’s the most “local” in style of all the restaurants they have found in their twenty one years of visiting this region.

Himself and I love this idea but we worry a bit about our fussy children.

We decide to have a wait-and-see attitude and if push comes to shove they may well be dining on bread, fries or rice, but who knows, a small miracle might happen and they might also be hungry enough to try something new. (Well, I live in hope). The restaurant is on a small square and outside is the massive tree that is one of many local landmarks. I’m assuming it must be at least one hundred years old.

Inside the restaurant is full and almost completely with locals, but wither that’s because this is a well kept local secret or because  it’s the last week of the official tourist season I don’t know. I’m not sure of the name of the restaurant  (I think it’s “Ortas”) so I took a photo of the serviette with the details.

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There is a sign on the wall that I ask about, our in-laws don’t know either so we ask the friendly waiter who explains that it’s a left over from the “old days” when every commercial establishment was required to show what sort of category it was in, this sign therefore declares (because this is a restaurant) that this is “Establishment type number four”.

There is also an old style cabinet that houses a set of  wine taps, an old painting done in the Greek Orthodox style of  the Last Supper and in complete contrast, a new beer bottle that’s been heated and stretched so that the neck has both been decapitated from the rest of the bottle but is still at the same attached.  Later in the evening, whilst we are having desert, the chef comes out from the kitchen and joins some of the locals at a nearby table for a drink and a chat.

The meal here is “unconventional” compared with the menu’s we have experienced so far in Greece, but fabulous all the same. The waiter is a young man who speaks good English so he explains the menu and we all take pot luck and choose something different. The meal was amazing: I will keep the fried fish on Palio Trikeri Island in first place as the best meal I’ve had in years, but this is a close second.

It must be said though that although the island had the main course beaten, the same could not be said for the desert. The desert here was brilliant, fabulous and amazing all rolled into one… the desert we had was the  “Pièce de résistance” of the meal and consisted of marinated walnuts in sweet syrup on yogurt with whole cloves inside … and this was beyond FABULOUS!  (and finally I find a Greek desert that is not cloyingly sweet!).

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Buttery toast ready for spreads …

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Fabulous aubergine in smoky cheese sauce…

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Kid fries…

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Establishment Number four…

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Fabulous pork in lemon and white wine sauce…

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Lentils…

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Little fried fish…

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Tasty grilled pork fillet…

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Spicy sausage in eggy omelette style…

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The Chef comes out…

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Desert: marinated walnuts in sweet syrup on yoghurt with whole cloves inside … drool-worthy!

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August 6, 2014

The Family Stays and Oma Pays… (For Which We Are Very Grateful Too)…

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It’s the evening after the cat-rescue that wasn’t, and our in-law’s have returned from a long day in Volos doing legal paperwork and working out how and where to get a few specialist house repair items in Greek and in a small Greek town.

The four to five hour return drive made it a long day so this was a perfect day for both families to get together and go to a restaurant for a meal.

This all took place of course way back in the last week October 2012 and since our two families now constituted the last handful of tourists in Platania, we and a few locals had the restaurant to ourselves.

Our in-laws have been coming to this area for over twenty years and in past decades  Oma (Grandmother: Himself and sister-in-laws mother) would join them for a part of  each summer. Back on this day in 2012 Oma was nearing ninety years of age and for some years had ceased these visits, finding the travel too tiring and being far less able to deal with the high temperatures.

She was delighted to hear that family Kiwidutch were going to visit one of her favourite places for the first time and with fond memories of Platania, had offered to “Trakteren” . It means “to treat” but more specifically it means to offer to pay for a dinner/lunch /drinks or in a work situation maybe something like cake for afternoon tea etc.

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She couldn’t join us in person but wanted to in the New Zealand terminology wanted to “shout” us all dinner.

This was the perfect day to take up her generous offer and by chance my sister in law immediately said that she would like us all to go to Spiros, coincidently the same place family Kiwidutch had been for lunch.

Once there and after some discussion we found that my favourite fish dish was not available because the fishing boats were late back into port, so our in-laws ordered the Greek equivalent of “tapas”. Lots of little dishes duly arrived (the names were only given verbally so I didn’t have a hope of remembering them all) and we could all try what we wanted.

I am allergic to squid and all things from the molusc family so stuck to the fish and declined desert after sampling a teaspoon from Himself’s place because as usual Greek deserts are mega sweet.The meal was unusual but tasty even although our fussy children stuck mostly to bread and fries, because in the words of Little Mr. “eew the tomato and onion have touched  the cucumber!” we all had fun. (Three guesses who’s getting double doses of vegetables when we get back to The Netherlands?).

Maybe it’s the weather, the growing climate or tradition but I haven’t seen any vegetables such as broccoli, beans , cauliflower, leeks etc here at all so far. Just as well the kids like cucumber and the adults like the traditional Greek Salads!

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Kid entertainment (I’m sure this isn’t  how backgammon is played lol) The kids had fun anyway!

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August 5, 2014

More Olive Trees Than Are Wanted, Lunch And A Daring Rescue Plan…

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Following yesterday’s post about the rain and later cloudburst we encountered whilst on holiday in Platania in October 2012, the rain had continued off and on though the night but it had stopped by the time the sun came up.

We spent a lazy morning reading, resting, lounging around and generally being reluctant to get out of bed.

Our in-laws had an appointment with a solicitor in Volos, and things to do there regarding their holiday home  and so Kiwi Daughter joined us at our accommodation.

As the morning went on the troops grew restless and so Himself suggested a very short drive to see some of the villages close to Platania. Thus ensued a  semi-successful trip that mostly involved looking at very little beach or views and looking instead at more olive trees than we could count so after a while and and almost unanimous decision (Himself would like to have driven just for drivings sake and to see what was or wasn’t there) we decided to go back to Platania rather than to continue.

Since all the restaurants in the little villages we visited were closed, our planned lunch out never eventuated and stomachs were rumbling by the time we drive back to the Platania beach-front. We end up at a place called “Spiros” and ordered lunch.

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I have little fish, again similar to the wonderful meal we had on Palio Trikeri Island, and whilst it was far better than the one I tried yesterday it still didn’t measure up to Palio Trikeri’s high standards.

Himself has a larger fish (I forget what sort) and the kids got a plate of cucumber and fries. It was all good go we will come back here again.

Then we had our tiny moment of “drama”, because the large open storm-water drain which had been bone dry until the night before, is now sporting a considerable amount of water after yesterday evening’s cloudburst and last night’s rain.

The kids spy a cat trapped in a pipe by the water and sprint over excitedly to see what can be done. As they approach they can hear it mewing pitifully and Kiwi Daughter is certain it’s been there since yesterday without food because of the water.Our children hatch a rescue plan whereby Little Mr. holds Kiwi Daughter’s rain jacket and shoes and shouts instructions and his big sister uses the top of the pipe as a step to pick her way down into the muddy water to try and lift the cat out.

The cat makes a lot of noise but doesn’t seem to be pleased about the rescue effort and darts away to the back to the pipe just as Kiwi Daughter makes a lunge to save it. Then laughter ensues because it seems that the back end of the pipe exits somewhere by the water fountain higher up by the road behind them… so the militant moggy can leave when he/she wishes anyway.

Heroic attempt over, Kiwi Daughter goes for paddle in the sea across the road to wash off the mud and then it’s back to the apartment for a rest  (for me) and a game of cards for everyone else.

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August 4, 2014

It’s Raining It’s Pouring, Kiwi Is Snoring: Until Dinner Time At Least…

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We are back in Platania after our long day trip yesterday.

The dark clouds that rained on us periodically yesterday have opened today to pour buckets.

This didn’t bother me in the least because after walking more than I really wanted, to the monastery on the island of Palio Trikeri, I spent all day tanked up on pain relief recovering in bed.

Himself and the kids spent the day at our in-laws holiday home, lazing under their covered balcony out of the rain, the kids playing cards and painting stones and the adults with wine, nibbles and gossip.

For me at least the day was gone before I knew it and next thing I know Himself has popped in to take me out for dinner. Luckily it’s dry again now and the heat has dried out most of the puddles already.

The four of us head to the beach-front  in the car and look for a restaurant that’s open. We go into one that looks like it might be (there’s even a cat sleeping in a chair by the door) but we try the handle to find it locked and head to a little place almost next door.

This is a retrospective post about our October 2012 travels to Greece and because we are almost literally some of the last tourists here, and the season is almost officially over, many restaurants have shut their doors already for the winter months. 

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Kiwi Daughter has developed a new-found liking for fried squid (only because it’s one of the few things her fussy cousin loves) and instead of stealing a piece or two of his to sample, as has been her want so far, is now brave enough to order a plate of her own for the first time.

I order fired fish that I really hope is the same as the delicious meal we had on Palio Trikeri, and when it comes it’s very similar in style but nowhere near the quality I’d been dreaming about.

That’s not to say it wasn’t tasty, it was just in a lower league of flavour.

Little Mr. settled on a large plate of plain no-frills cucumber, a good raid on the bread and a plate of french fries and Himself went for fish cutlets.

Somebody else’s temporarily abandoned toys provided ample entertainment for Little Mr. until his food arrived and  afterwards he ventures over the deserted road to look at boats.

All of a sudden there is a cloudburst and the pelting rain sends him ssquealing  and scurrying back to the restaurant for cover. After dinner we drove Kiwi Daughter back to our in-laws and then headed back to our own accommodation for an early night. Little Mr. settled into his bed with a book and was tired enough that he didn’t even complain.

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July 21, 2014

By Chance And Good Luck, We Order The Best Fish I Have Ever Eaten…

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Himself, Little Mr and I are exploring Palio Trikeri Island at the end of the Pelion Peninsula in Greece.

The boat trip was only about ten minutes long and we find ourselves in the heart of the village and since it’s now lunch time, getting very hungry.

This is a retrospective post, we were there at the end of October 2012 and it was the very end of the tourist season, we see a couple leaving one of the outside restaurant tables who look like they are on some sort of walking tour, but for the rest we appear to be the only “non-locals” in sight.

Just before  reached the island we thought we might walk a little bit and then sit and get a bite to eat but the sight of food makes our tummies rumble and the plan quickly changes to eating first and walking later.

There are several restaurants open but on a whim we choose the one that the previous couple just left. It’s been trying to rain off and on, but the weather is easing considerably as we enquire about a meal and by the time we have finished it”s completely dry. The temperature even in the last week of October is still  a respectably warm 26 C (78.8 F)  and the outside seating area is covered, so even if it would have been drizzling a tiny bit it still would have been comfortable outside.

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We order the Greek equivalent of “fish and chips” for little Mr., the fish comes whole and un-filleted, so I had to pick as much of the fish off the bones for him, which kind of worked, in reality he mostly ended up eating a lot of French fries.

Himself’s dish came with deep fried squid and mine was a different fish on the menu to Little Mr., also deep fried.

We shared a large salad together and Himself had a yearning for some beans and tzatziki and got an extra hummus dish on the side as bonus .

(he’s not sure if it came with the larger dish he ordered, if it was an entrée or if whatever the lady said in broken English he just randomly agreed to) but however we got it, it was delicious.

I have to say now that my fish, although it had bones in it too, is definitely best fish dish I have ever eaten in my life. The fish “batter” was of a thin-ish consistency, it’s super crunchy and the flavour was drool-worthy.  This is the kind of meal that you find yourself wishing you’d eaten  two portions of, even if you were not actually hungry after the first one was finished.

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This is the kind of meal you want to eat more of  in gluttonous fashion simply because you don’t want the magic to end.

After initial dissections with the knife and fork I quickly abandoned the knife and resorted to using the fork and my fingers, not wanting to waste even a single morsel.

I find myself wishing we had planned to spend the night here, just so we could come back to this restaurant and I could have this again, even all the twists and turns in the road were worth it.

Of course the fish is mega fresh, it was certain to have been caught the same morning, and this is the kind of dish that the local eat, so probably it’s a local family recipe made with years or decades of experience.

It’s simple but done to absolute perfection.

The owner was delighted with my gushing compliments and obvious pleasure, and bought out a little square of something that was kind of nutty and cake-like free of charge for dessert. Himself finished it because like many Greek desserts  it was too sweet for my liking. I dreamed about this meal for the rest of our holiday and semi-regularly since. I tried to make it at home, and failed… one day, somehow some time, clearly, I will have to come back…

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