During my extended stay on Othonoi, I began to fall into some kind of routine. I woke whenever my body clock felt the desire to rise. Usually about 0730. I’d have a cup of tea on my balcony overlooking the sea towards the place where the Ionian Sea joined the Adriatic. Most mornings I’d have…
I was looking forward to my meal at Antoni’s especially as I hadn’t had anything to eat since my arrival on Othonoi earlier that morning. Vasiliki had reluctantly agreed to provide me with something simple as it wasn’t worth firing up the cooker for just one person. I was happy to take anything she could…
I’d mentioned in a previous post that although Othonoi is the largest of the three Diapontian Islands, I couldn’t find any accommodation on B.com. I had to dig a little deeper and went onto Google Maps and searched for hotels. It brought up a couple including the Calypso Hotel which I was able to contact…