During the first weekend in September we had a mini heatwave, 39°C, so it was with relief that this week clouds appeared and a drop of rain to announce the end of high season.

Top of Kamini

First Sports Car. Crica Dublin 1962

My first convertible would still be legal on Hydra, perhaps not designed for  pedalling up Donkey Shit Lane though. Thank goodness the rules apply today, our island’s uniqueness has withstood past pressures to motorise. Bravo mass! Thirty something years on I still (“heart”) the Rock. Now for Fall, our favourite time, and for many who are not constrained by school terms.

Kamini prides itself in the tranquillity and timeless factor by not having succumbed to touristy trinket shops of any water, but we do sport four fine quiet dining establishments, and on our outskirts the suave ex-baby-beach Castello wine ‘n dine.

Guilty, remiss and not fair. The Comet has shared too many Koydelania captivating sunsets, and more than a few of Theo’s quirky Pirofani antics, but we have neglected the two other fine dining venues in our village. Christina’s taverna, slap bang in the middle of the valley is about as traditional as one will find anywhere in Greece. Friendly family run, generations worth of serving the local community. Always a good tip, where one sees the local inmates, one is guaranteed good value and grand nosh.

In the middle of our street

Also we have the quaint and secluded snack and drink joint of Stefanos, another native of our valley, with just about all local cuisine made to order. A favourite brunch spot for those who discover it.

Brunch and more in peace

The view sucks by the way

No other news to report so far this summer, no arson attempts, murders, heists, kidnappings, although it was rumoured that a tourist lost a mobile phone and suspected maybe it was pilfered.

Dumb and Dumbo-dog

Nothing of any interest from Kamini can eclipse how Greece has grabbed the global headlines in terms of news. Endless months weeks and finally hours of nail-biting negations, suits armed with documents, treaties, testaments, evaluations, re-negotiations j-setting it across the condiment and …. yawn!! but historically important dialog amongst the powers that be. Our delegation featured above kinda sum up the thoughts about the whole scenario in our village…

Nothing to see here, no significant news, scandal, gossip or riveting insider information, and so essentially all is quiet on the Western Hydra front. Just the way we like it.

The rest of the world can keep it’s jolly old self to itself. Another Bush running for President !! Yay.

More melting ice on the poles, Hooray. Loads of decapitations from enthusiastic religious types, awesome.

Some more Ying-tongs can get a stiffy because they spent oodles on a rhino horn. or can adorn their dining area with an almost extinct elephant tusk, whoopee, or perhaps news of Danish dolphin battering. Oh and then get “real world” started on economy…… politics….. worship related cartoons…. gosh and skin colour;  what a superb reason to kill and riot, and the difference it will make!!!!

Yawn!!! no words can do

Sorry, no can do, weez just simple folk trying to live simple lives. So instead we share with y’all our boring auld sunset scene, devoid of international Rhubarb… Slainte!