Our special local, Pirofani, opened this year with a resounding thumbs up. Theo serving “the same old crap” (with a few experimental new dishes) and Roger’s poem was to say the least, right on the nose and to the point of our changing island, and for that matter world. Just about all the usual ‘surviving suspects’ were in attendance and it felt like our ‘clubhouse’ would be around for yet another season. A grand reunion, thank you both !!
First edition of original poem to follow avrio (tomorrow), once scanning has happened. A must read…
This month back in 1985, Pan and I arranged a football (Soccer) match between the ex-pats and locals. Bearded Pan (Pan’s Bar and subsequent self appointed harbour master), a duel passport holder, played on both teams depending on who was winning or loosing at the time. The game ended early because of too many balance inhibiting refreshments at half time, with a score that equalised at about 22-22 a side.
Them was the days!!!
Normally the blockage of our office view by somebody’s ‘yacht’ to hail the beginning of a new season would invoke some KC rebuke about ‘In-your-face’ money during tough times; but it must be said this Gin Palace was a beauty, style and hi-tech as good as it gets.
Like finger-prints, boring our sundowners are not !!!
And the sunset still sucked in comparison
1st May 2005
Mister Bill I shall hoist one in your honour at sunset. This day is not the same without you, we all miss you Old Bean. Slainte!!
Move over guys!!
Sharing the communal meal.
It’s just one of those typical Spring in Kamini scenes that we never tire of appreciating. Dinner time, or as the English say, “Tea” at Tassia’s. (Hard for the rest of the world to understand how one eats tea) Happy Easter / Kalo Paska everyone
