Okay who’s next ??? Okay who’s next ???
Easy livin’ August was fun, y’all come back soon y’hear. So that is August in Kamini is almost done and dusted, who’s up for September? We are going to win this season, albeit on marginal points. Happy Fall y’All, still standing KC staf ...
Okay who's next ???
Okay who’s next ???
Not Kamini’s Baby Beach Not Kamini’s Baby Beach
We have heard rumblings about August “Baby Beach” being a tad crowded. Try China for fun bathing then. Surfs Up Share this:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window ...
Not Kamini's Baby Beach
Not Kamini’s Baby Beach
Mid Summer Kamini night Wild Life Mid Summer Kamini night Wild Life
Godzilla snail caught crossing our terrace. Scary nightlife to be avoided in our valley. The height of the season and it’s all happening in our quite village. Even the Paparazzi couldn’t catch these guys. Rare dangerous night stalking leopard toad. Share ...
Mid Summer Kamini night Wild Life
Mid Summer Kamini night Wild Life
Kamini’s Kodylenia Restaurant – 1985 Kamini’s Kodylenia Restaurant – 1985
We took this from Mavro Maties taverna, (the large yellow and red landmark structure in Kamini harbour), closed some decades now. Could not imagine the changes to come in our little village. Always tranquil, beautiful and has remained unspoiled over the years despit ...
Kamini's Kodylenia Restaurant - 1985
Kamini’s Kodylenia Restaurant – 1985
Kamini Takes Centre Stage Kamini Takes Centre Stage
Credit photo Brian Sidaway Or should we say builds a stage. An attractive addition to our valley, creative masons expanded the stone rain channel to include an outdoor theatre. Very nicely done, we don’t know who or what is going to be starring in our new amph ...
Kamini Takes Centre Stage
Kamini Takes Centre Stage
Merry Grumble Merry Grumble
KC wishes all and sundry a healthy happy 2017 With Love from us, no offence!! Share this:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to ...
Merry Grumble
Merry Grumble
All Roads Lead To….. All Roads Lead To…..
They went thatta-way…!! Not so long ago, the island erected road signs designed to stop visitors from getting lost or confused. I was particularly pleased with the one in Kamini Harbour. Being Irish and all, it seemed normal; some newcomers however still ask m ...
All Roads Lead To.....
All Roads Lead To…..
Regatta signifies Season End Regatta signifies Season End
In like a Lion, out like a lamb, pretty much says it all about the annual yacht race from Athens to the Rock. Friday howling winds and high seas, these determind boats and crew braved the conditions to participate in the traditional season closing regatta. That was ...
Regatta signifies Season End
Regatta signifies Season End
Not a Pants on Fire true tail… Not a Pants on Fire true tail…
The comet staff and management made parole this month and escaped to the northeast coast of the States where we happened upon a pleasant surprise. An island also devoid of motorized transport. Fire island has long understood the value of not allowing mopeds and such ...
Not a Pants on Fire true tail...
Not a Pants on Fire true tail…
Ignoring Silly Season Rhubarbs Ignoring Silly Season Rhubarbs
Instead the KC is getting down to some really interesting news rather than re-telling the who’s who and what of  the island’s August seen and be seen, scene. You put your new foot out… Mid-August 2016 called for a new model. Old transportation had ...
Ignoring Silly Season Rhubarbs
Ignoring Silly Season Rhubarbs

An ‘Almost’ Perfect Game

game 8

Back in the winter of 1985, a sporting event happened on Hydra, and if it had been officially sanctioned, it would still hold several records in the Guinness Book of …

It all began in my bar, the Bahia. A debate led to a soccer match unprecedented. The expatriate world against an Hydriot squad of sporting enthusiasts.

I am going to call the sport soccer, as opposed to football, which a bunch of fans call it. It should be called football as it entails kicking, and the use of hands is not permitted. Football for some obscure reasons is a North American sport which uses hands to get the ball around a field, and only rarely is it kicked. Even then a specialist is brought on to boot a field goal through a set of posts that resemble those used in rugby.

Again, to clear up any confusion, while the shape of the ball, ovalish, and the goal posts require one to kick the ball twixt posts and at a level some meters above ground, the American sport has nothing in common with the more internationally recognised sport called rugby.

Americans are allowed to use body armour and crash helmets and may take frequent breaks to catch their breath so that sponsors may ply their wares and pretty, leggy girls can wave pom-poms and high kick in mini skirts to keep the fans occupied, lest boredom set in.

Our sport has rules too, in case one may be under the misapprehension that on this side of the puddle, we play a game for wussies. For attempting to garrott an enemy player, one earns the ignoble decision of ten minutes in the sin bin. If a player is bleeding too profusely, he is entitled to ten minutes’ stitching in the blood bin.

Okay so lets get back to our international match, which, by the way, did accumulate trips to the blood bin due to the coarse nature of the gravel pitch and the lack of perpendicular participation of contestants, aided no doubt by the regular half-time alcohol-laced refreshments.

game 2

Pan was our man on the other side, employed to recruit a team of Hydriots brave enough to take on the rest of the planet. With the exception of Pan and Janni Drakopolos, the average age on their side was nineteen; on ours, it was about 40 or 30 or 60.

Ouzo Jimmy was the ref and doubled as refreshment dispenser, which meant he situated himself behind the goal line, next to the porta-fridge, and conducted the match behind a dangling fag of smoke.

Somewhere during the game, the girls decided that they couldn’t kick as far as the gents and allowed themselves to throw the ball (I believe that is how rugby was invented). And so the match progressed. Every time we were losing too much, Pan switched sides and became an American, generally right in front of the goal and evened the game up.

Pan, bless him, was a dual citizen. Having supposedly been caught jumping ship in New York, he was offered deportation or US citizenship if he went on a vacation to Vietnam. Which he did with distinction.

game 7

At the end of the tournament, because how many goals had been scored could not be determined, we took the discussion down to the ‘office,’ the Liako taverna. It was agreed that the score was an even 22-22 draw, in itself another Guinness book record.

game 3

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