After taking our flight to Corfu and making our way around some of the mainland of Greece we then braved the 19 hour ferry trip to Kos island to catch up with an old friend of mine – the sweet scent of alcohol was calling me.
We made our way to Kardamaina on the local bus which didn’t take long to have us setting up camp in our amazing beach front hotel (Phillipos). As I mentioned the journey was to catch up with an old diving buddy of mine I had met a few years ago while diving in Thailand, as if it was fate we ran into him working in another of the local hotels and I could tell this trip was worth the wait as the smile on his face radiated back towards me.
After the normal catch up chats, it was back to work for him however he informed me of how a work mate of his had just been made redundant and had to head back home. So as a celebration of our arrival and another friends departure we decided to venture out to enjoy a nice restaurant meal and sink a few quiet glasses of vino later that evening, at a local treasure known as Captains Restaurant – We were presented with a Greek feast fit for royalty, with food that exploded tastiness in our mouths with every bite.
Our dinner began with starters, a crisp Greek Salad, traditional tzatziki accompanied with pita bread, koupepia, vines leaves with rice and mince meat inside, delicately fried cheese so its lovely, warm and gooey, all topped off with some octopus that had been marinated with oil and vinegar which was extremely tender, to wash it all down a carafe of local red wine.
The starters disappeared as fast as they arrived and it was now time for our main, we shared a plater with all kinds of melt in your mouth Greek meat dishes. There was Moussaka, tomatoes and capsicum stuffed with rice, herbs and mince, Greek meat balls, lamb, beef and rice. All outstanding dishes, the unique flavours made it difficult for us to pick a favourite. After our feast we were served a cleansing shot of ouzo each leaving us with a nice tingle and a hankering to kick on into the evening.
Easily Led Astray
As we merrily headed for home there was a bar cranking some beats, this was accompanied by a group of ladies shaking their tail feathers so naturally we were drawn into the bar known as Crackers. Instantly we were downing Jager bombs and cutting all sorts of shapes with the now intoxicated tourists, there was dirty dancing, Michael Jackson and ballroom renditions taking place all over the place as the DJ kept spitting out classic after classic. Copious beverages were consumed and we partied like 18 year olds into the wee small hours. We had a blast, so much in fact that on our stumble home I thought it would be a great idea to jump off a 2 metre high drop off into the sandy beach below to produce a Rambo dive only instead of being cheered by a beautiful woman 3 of my mates just sat and laughed until they cried.
Surfacing after the epic night I was feeling very groggy and headed for the pool quickly to try and shake the pounding hangover I had developed. As I went to grab my sunnies I discovered they were no more, in fact collateral damage of a gnarly death roll. The cooling swim started bringing me back to life and all I needed was a a double shot espresso and I was ready for the mountain bike we had planned to the castle on the hill but that’s another story. A night for the books for sure, Kos Island will always bring pleasurable yet painful memories…
**This is a guest post from Jamie of D n J Go Seek – a buddy of mine who I met in Peru. Along with his partner Deb he blogs over at DnJGoSeek.com, tweets via @dnjgoseek and uploads the carnage to their Facebook page.**
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