No billboards either

I don’t know about you, but the staff and management of the Kamini Comet have become increasingly annoyed by websites that are designed to hijack your information gathering experience with irritating pop-ups, loud commercial videos that suddenly appear and yell at one, in the hope that the announcement will somehow entice you to purchase their slimming pill, or join the new online gambit to earn oodles of instant cash etc…
Unwanted “new” pages, surreptitiously redirect one’s mouse cursor to another cyber goose chase and generally piss one off. Why the IT marketeers think that this intrusive behaviour will endear one to their product is beyond me.
So we pledge, nay promise, the Comet will not succumb to these underhand tactics and remain an irritation free un-commercial site devoid of gimmicks and trickery. What you see is what you get, it may not be the most scintillating read, but we try and keep it light and different in a way that is our village, a far cry from the hubbub and noise that is the rest of most of the planet.

Those who have gotten off a water taxi here will agree, there is only one place in the world this could have been taken. If that old cliche be true about a thousand words and all that, then the photo says it all about our little harbour after school has reopened.

As unique as a fingerprint

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.