Kamini April Fool? Kamini April Fool?
Who wants to go for a walk? Unanimous yes. Quandary in the port: left to Vichos, right to Hydra town, or a dip in the harbor. Happy Spring all. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in ne ...
Kamini April Fool?
Kamini April Fool?
Romantic August Kamini Sunset Romantic August Kamini Sunset
  But the flip side of our photographic flags a fluttering in the breeze is that with temperatures in the mid 30,s  hot wind can cause deadly wildfires. (As poor Greece has already experienced recently)Please be extra vigilant and always carry water on walks, ...
Romantic August Kamini Sunset
Romantic August Kamini Sunset
Hydra Revisited Hydra Revisited
Honoured to be included. Latest Hydra Book Share this:Click to 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) { "@context" : "http ...
Hydra Revisited
Hydra Revisited
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:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in n ...
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:Click to 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) ...
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…..

Island-Dog Tails

A Frightening 'Thing'

A Frightening ‘Thing’

The world has become far too serious. Even on the Comet we have found ourselves drawn into the news and obituary side of matters. An integral part of life to be sure, but we have decided to periodically revert to the more whimsical aspects of our existence in this village.

Imagine you are a dog, a small rescue mutt from the island of Puerto Rico and recently immigrated from the United States to a small Greek island devoid of any motorised transportation. You have become accustomed to travel in cars and met many of your kind while on walks in the dog park. You know about cats, an annoying self-entitled smaller four-legged species, and of course your food dispensers and home providers, humans, in all shapes and sizes.

Several jet-lagging hours, in a loud cage surrounded by suitcases and paraphernalia, later, your human frees you and introduces you to your new home. They call it Hydra.

So now you own an island, with no cars, all sorts of exciting new smells, sounds, and walks; everything is good. Then on your second walk along the coast road to a place called Vlichos, it happens. Your worst nightmare, Jurassic Park stuff barrelling straight down the narrow cliff-side path toward you. Enormous head, huge ears, awful smell, and utterly fearsome.

Trapped!! Your only plan of action is to turn tail and retreat, hell for leather in the opposite direction.

It took some hours and much coaxing out of a distant village to find and lure her back to the safety of her house. It was explained that she had better get used to these new beasts—they were called mules or donkeys, and whilst top of the food chain size-wise, they were not carnivorous and had no plans to interfere with doggie territory. They kept to themselves and, if you yielded right of way, would not kick you into next week.


Safe to Pee these days.




It is a global phenomenon particularly accentuated in Greece and even more so on Hydra, our vehicle-less island, which hasn’t got the hum of traffic to dull the pitch. Barking dogs, not just woof-woof, but the eternal, nonstop, day-and-night noise of a bored dog with nothing better to do but announce its presence from a walled-in garden or tether.

Of course, the owners are to blame. Dogs can be taught not to bark incessantly. Some locals, however, refuse to believe that. One day when Toby, our big dog, started barking for no reason, I went out and inflicted the usual disciplinary process and whacked him on the bum with a sock. A passing neighbor informed me that I was wrong to do so and that it was natural for dogs to bark. “It’s what they do,” she announced.

Not so. Toby never barked when we were at home, unless an unknown human or alien animal was invading his hill.

If, on occasion, we left him on the terrace when we went out, however, he would give a short bark at three-second intervals until we got home. It took us a while to figure it out that whilst Toby was a very smart pooch, he didn’t grasp the concept of an echo. So he ended up arguing with himself: “This is my land.” “No, this is my land,” the opposite side of our valley would reply. “No, it’s my land!” And so on ad infinitum. Thus he talked himself out of the freedom of the terrace when we vacated the house.


Irish Tony of Vlichos once took his rural island dog, Socks, across to the mainland to pick up some building supplies. Socks did not know what a truck was. So when it “ate” his human (Tony climbed into the front seat), he went absolutely bananas and attacked the front “leg” (tire) of the beast with a ferocity we didn’t know his gentle pooch possessed.

One winter, while visiting our friend Pedro in Cape Cod, we took the dogs on a long beach walk one afternoon. Not a soul to be seen on the endless miles of sand, until the speck of a human way down at the end appeared. Toby, still of sound sight and hearing in those days, immediately declared the entire waterfront his by yelling at the distant intruder. Toby, a rescue mutt from a pound in Virginia, also had a nose for garbage. No amount of training could dissuade him from it. If one blinked, he was into the trash. Years later Pedro returned to the island, and when he came to Kamini, he spotted just the bum of a dog protruding from a rubbish bag outside Zoe’s pension. “I would know that bum anywhere” Pedro said. “Hello Toby.”


One advantage of living in Kamini is that, because there are no cars, it is safe to let our doggies run around the hill on occasion. They know their way around and generally come home within half an hour. One afternoon, Belle, the more couch-bound of the two, didn’t return. After a couple of hours we started to worry and went in search.

Now, everyone in the valley, indeed most of the island, are acquainted with our pets, and we asked the usual suspects if they had seen our smaller dog. “Oxi.” Not a glimpse. Most strange, so we expanded the search as far as Vlichos and Mandraki.

By the next day we were seriously concerned and most puzzled. A dog doesn’t just vanish into thin air on the island. Then, shortly after midday, we got a phone call. Belle had been spotted in the company of a tourist, who was instructed to call us.

When I demanded to know why the woman had abducted our dog for the night, she said that the doggie had “looked lost” and taken her home. Did she not notice the bright red collar, the flea collar, the ID tag? If one found a child in the street “looking lost,” did one just take it back to one’s hotel room?

We were not amused, to say the least.





David Fagan
David Fagan is CEO, president, managing director, author, publisher, and chief bottlewasher of DavidFagan.org. On his first visit to Hydra back in 1983, David decided that owning a bar in this exotic location was an ideal way not to spend the rest of his life in the fast-lane of corporate advertising and journalism. It was an idea spawned by the Honorable Bill Cunliffe of Bill’s Bar, renowned wateringhole for anyone who knew this part of the world at the time. He and a couple of old-timers, Anthony Kingsmill and Leonard Bernstein, planted the seed: Come!

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