I was running out of cash, so I arranged for someone at the hostel (Madalena's daughter?) to drive me into Corfu town, as she was going there anyway. While I was waiting, I said hello to some lovely hibiscuses, and the grapevines. The family that own the hostel grow loads of their own food. I don't know whether they make wine out of the grapes.
The girl from the hostel dropped me near the centre of town, and I started to wander. One of the first things I saw was an M&S, which was fairly depressing. The town was nice enough - a little dusty and old, but probably typical of any Greek town. There was a good smattering of cafes, tourist shops, nice little squares, and absolutely loads of mopeds.
There was an absolutely beautiful old Venetian facade above a boutique, and in one of the squares, there was a memorial statue to Kostas Georgakis. He was a student who set himself on fire in Genoa to protest a dictatorial regime.
I got myself some lunch from the supermarket in that square, and then set about finding the spot to catch the bus back to Pelekas. I got off at the village, and started the walk back to the beach. I wasn't sure what to expect, but it was downhill, and I was sure I would see some interesting things. It's a very green landscape, with many switchbacks in the road.
The village itself was uninteresting - a shop or two and that was all. The final bit of the walk was on a steep and winding bit of road. It was good to get out and see a bit of the island, though.
Dinner again, and a less impressive, but more interesting cloudy sunset.
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