Last morning in Hydra
Our last day on the island dawned with the usual cacophony of noises starting at 7am.
I’m sitting writing this to the echoes of a saw, dogs barking, donkeys baying, people chattering, school kids talking, a lady sweeping the terrace and a cat meowing.
It makes it all rather real though as if living in a little country town by the sea.
After we pack its down to the harbour for coffee, a visit to the museum, a walk around the other headland, lunch and onto the ferry at 3. We are seriously hoping the water is not too rough today.
|Views from the fort on the headland|
My friend Kerrie, who recommended Hydra to me, told me when she travelled here, everyone (but her) was vomiting into bags being handed out by the staff – Kerrie, you didn’t mention that before!
Really it’s not too bad and I too would recommend Hydra.