Luis wanted to go out but had to shove Isabella out of the way to do so. I had to get up to open the gate but he was very quickly back in unlike his wretched brother who seems to take forever. Wakeup time soon arrived so we were soon on our way.
There had be strains of music floating around during the night and there are often young people who come in their cars to the beach or car park to chill out and listen to music. Other vehicles arrived but the dogs were ready to go. I couldn’t make them wait much longer so I opened the gate and off they dashed into the darkness. As the bulk of them arrived at the road, two of the cars decided to leave so proceeded to race up the stony track at great speed throwing up choking dust. The dogs sensibly kept well out of the way as these guys weren’t stopping! One car remained with an assortment of people who seemed to like the dogs who’d gone to introduce themselves. Soon after, following a couple of doughnuts and a little more dust, this car also disappeared up the road leaving us in peace.
All of the dogs, including Luis, made it to the end of the Promontory where we, excluding Luis, crossed the rocks for the first time and then set off for the beach and then Plakaki. It was still dark as we walked up the beach but I was able to keep track of the dogs by their lights. There are still some vans and at least one tent, but things are beginning to quieten down as we reach the end of August once more.
Some cars arrived in the beach car park as we walked up to Plakaki so we encountered some fishermen and one woman as we crossed the rocks for the second time. The woman asked if all the dogs were mine, how long I’d lived here and the usual questions. I explained that the dogs were refugees mostly dumped on the beach.
I took the girls and the thrower for another walk this time avoiding the end of the rocks so as not to disturb the fishing once more. If I understood correctly, they were using chicken as bait. Perhaps they were after sharks!
I trained my brain, installed my batteries and then set off for the mountain and Paleochora. I stopped only for bread as I shall visit Petrakis tomorrow as we need some dog food. The next stop was Alonaki Beach for a quick swim as I was expecting a call from Danga about the iPad and HP laptop. I was on my way back from visiting the buoys when I watched a small child chasing a plastic bag blown by the wind, down the beach. The bag reached the water before the child did so I was wondering what would happen next. A woman, presumably the child’s mother, came racing down the beach and dashed, clothed, into the sea to retrieve the plastic bag. So there is yet hope for the planet and the turtles.
I was loafing on the beach when Danga called, sitting in the sun watching a very calm sea which was less calm when I was in it earlier. I was able to tell her the iPad and laptop were ready for collection so she dispatched her husband to the camping laden with fresh vegetables from her garden. I now have a selection of peppers, grapes, oranges and an avocado pear to my collection.
Not long after, Maria announced the arrival of the chip and toner for the printer. I swapped over the chips so now we have another 10,000 pages worth of ’credit’ which should keep it going for quite a while. I didn’t use any of the toner as the cartridge has enough for around 2,000 pages which will see us out over the winter. It seems this company has chips which actually work. The chip and 10,000 pages-worth of toner came to around 35€ as opposed to over 200€ for the original Lexmark product. Maria was excessively grateful. I left her and Litsa in the office as I was sorting out a router to replace the ones that were messing with the network before. I will go and install it tomorrow as it’s now almost configured.
Michaelis has only tomorrow to go and he’s finished he sentence for this summer. He says he’s going on holiday but didn’t mention exactly where. Maria will have no one to show punters around the camping however, arrivals should come in manageable numbers from now on.
More hordes came this evening, the same as yesterday but a couple of new faces. This evening it was still light as I was about to feed the dogs. They waited patiently and got petted-out by the children. Speaking to the nice lady and mother to some of the boys, it transpires that they do not eat meat but I don’t know about cheese, milk or eggs. The pigs they rescued were about to be slaughtered. I understand she is divorced so has no control as to what the boys eat when they’re with their father. Anyway, so long as she leads by example the boys will make up their own minds. She seemed pleased the dogs eat a vegetable-rich diet. She plans to make up her own vegetable garden to become self-sufficient.
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