Kefalonia Day 3. Sunday 21st May 2017.

Tracey takes me to task over the exploding cans of Sprite and a few other items that seemed to have found their way into the freezer compartment. "Why would you do that?" She asked. I am certain it was not me but as I have broad shoulders I thought it easier to "take one for the team".

Over breakfast we decide to visit the caves at Drogorati. To get there we need to drive down the mountain into Skala then take the coast road to Poros. North up the Eastern coast. We stop at Poros for coffee and a leisurely stroll along the harbour. There are a few yachts from last nights visiting flotilla still to put to sea. It's rather windy today and the "white horse" waves are holding a few back. Don't blame them.

Our next stop are the caves at Drogorati. This is a fairly large tourist attraction one of many sets of caves and caverns on the island. This is not the ones with the rowing boats across an azure blue lake but nevertheless quite spectacular. They were only discovered some 300 years ago when an earthquake opened up the entrance. Its 60 metres down concrete steps, well lit. Huge cavern stalactites and mites are everywhere. They are huge and have been dripping merrily away for tens of thousands of years. Callum and Mike were the last ones out of the cave. Callum was stood on a small promontory looking quietly back into the cavern. "What are you looking at son?" I asked. "Just remembering it all in my mind so that when I get back I can draw it in my diary." Looking up he smiled and ran off up the 240 steps to daylight. Smart ass.

It was here that Mike picked up a leaflet on Donkey trekking. Handing it to Callum sat in the back of the car I asked "Do you fancy that?" "Nah" was his reply. This leaflet featured heavily as a basis for jokes for the rest of the holiday. Appearing in beds, under pillows, at the breakfast table. It was great to see his sense of humour developing.

We drove on into Sami looking for somewhere for lunch. Whilst Mikey in the lead car is driving Tracey looks up on "tinternet" recommendations. It just so happens we park right outside the very restaurant that comes highly recommended. The Mermaid is our lunch stop today. There are a fair few customers eating on the pavement area. As opposed to the other restaurants etc. this must surely be a good sign. There is a table somewhat in the corner for 8 but then again. In the height of the season they "lay up" opposite on the harbour walk with more tables, sun canopies and flowers in pots etc.  The service is quick. Drinks soon arrive and we are invited inside to look at what seems to be a cafeteria style option of fourteen or more dishes. "Uh Oh"  Some are chosen from the hot plate area, others like Gill's seafood pasta are cooked fresh. All is remarkable value for money. This by chance was also the restaurant of choice when cast and crew were filming Captain Corellis Mandolin as much of Sami was used as a film location. Numerous photos adorned the walls.

Callum sitting on the end of the table nearest the sun has a great view of martins flying past building nests in the eaves above. He is on sprite. His drink of choice when out dining. A treat to be allowed these sugary drinks! He makes the most of it but is always limited to one small bottle.

Callum and one of his favourite meals at Sami.

Luxury Yachts were moored opposite the restaurant on the far side of the harbour. The big yacht "Serenity" was currently owned by an aide to Putin. The cost of its construction ran into tens of millions. It reminded me somewhat of an old WW1 Battleship on the bow.

We walked and gawked at the yachts, bought an ice cream and decided it was time to make our way home. We stopped just outside the town to purchase honey and olive oil from a very upmarket roadside marquee. This was run by a young blond Greek woman whose young daughter of about five years called Georgina Melody scared the life out of Callum and also us adults. She caught hold of Callum and anyone else and would not let go, making all sorts of cat like hissing noises. At first we put this down to being unable to communicate. In the end Callum took off at a run for the car and locked himself in. "She was scary". was all he would say on the matter. We think there may have been a few "issues" with her. Such a pretty girl.

We were forced, as it was the only road to return along, our outward route but this gave us an opportunity to call into AB Supermarket on the edge of town at Skala for more rations. Very modern well stocked. We felt like traitors to the old family run business in the high street.

We returned up the mountain to our villa. Dinner was cheese and biscuits. bed early by 2200hrs