From Aeropolis we continued on to Gytheion which is near the southernmost point of the middle of three fingers of the Peloponnesus. At least at that time it was as far south as the main road went. At land’s end I walked down a little path to the ocean and came across a dry well. I’m sitting on the edge of it here in the photo. It was fairly deep but no provisions had been made to ensure that no one fell into it. Not even a sign. Perhaps the locals knew I couldn’t read Greek anyway.
The grasses were dry and my throat was dry, but the well was dry too. So we moved on and drove back into town. Gytheion was a pretty place with a wide seawalk. Boats of all sizes were tied to the docks and this one in the photo had small octopuses hung up like laundry.
In a nearby bar, we sat down to have a glass of ouzo, Greece’s famous licorice flavoured drink. It came in a water glass with a small jug of water on the side. You add the water to the ouzo and the clear liqueur turns milky. Magic!
But even more magical was the meseraki (that’s what they called the mini oval platter of goodies that came with the drinks). On these tiny platters, grilled octopus pieces were served for free as appetizers with the ouzo. I could see the barbecue grills in the kitchen area of the shop, and noted the diesel fueled flames. In spite of this the octopus tasted delicious. We simply had to have another meseraki.
We tried to explain that we didn’t want another ouzo because we were driving, but we would sure love to have a plate of octopus and we didn’t mind paying. We didn’t expect to have it for free.
Nothing doing! You want octopus, you have to have the ouzo. I’d say we had a language barrier. We drank the ouzo to be polite, but before driving back to Kardamyli, we had a nap with a wonderful seabreeze blowing through the van.