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Tide Out, Fish In

At first glance you might think it’s a sandy beach, but your nostrils will tell you that iodine  breeze holds the smell of low tide.  That sand would be very soft to walk on and I wouldn’t advise it. When the tide comes in, all that “sand” will be under water. Meanwhile, there’s no telling how far you would sink into that sea bottom.

This is the east side of the causeway that divides the wharves where fish boats can tie up. It is what they call the new side, more recently dredged to provide more moorage and shelter for local boats.

The older side is more crowded because “the old salts” tie up there. It is busy with fishermen getting their boats ready for a summer of salmon and halibut fishing, often far enough from home that the men and their boats may be gone for many weeks.

You can see the roof and the rigging of the Captain’s boat on the bottom right-hand side of the photo below.

The new side is also busy, but is more convenient for boats that come and go more frequently.

Those who have fish for sale will want to moor on the new side. It is handier for the public to visit for dockside sales of whatever is in season. It might be prawns, shrimp, salmon, halibut  or other. Today it is halibut. The customers lined up on the dock know that they have to buy the whole fish. The price is high, but they gladly part with well over $100 for a small halibut. These flat fish have a delicate white meat which, though highly priced, is also highly prized. If you could see what the fishermen have to risk and endure to catch and bring these fish to harbour, you would say the price is a bargain for the customer.

As you can see, there is no shortage of people wanting fish for their supper.

I have removed the name and number of the boat to allow some anonymity for the boat owner.


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.