Kefalonia Day two

 Laundry day. That means sitting and drinking too much coffee while I wait for my clothes to dry. The bonus compared to my last paid laundromat experience was the cost. About 10 euro total, I paid double that in Rome.

A routine is emerging here. I wake up, have breakfast at the hotel, and point the scooter out in search of adventure. After a day’s ride and exploring a new town, I return to Argostoli before the sun sets and I get cold. This is a good routine.

Today’s destination is Lixouri, the second most populous settlement on the island. I saw it yesterday from the wharf near the maritime academy. A ferry makes the trip from city center to center in about a half hour. I’ll be doing it overland in twice the time. What’s the rush? The ride is beautiful and familiar aside from the obstacles in the road. Slowing down for rocks is an occurrence but goats and cows in the road were much more common. The Ionians absolutely thunder along on their highways when nobody is in the way. When the speed limit is 60, they do 80. That’s the jump from 35 to 50 miles an hour. Zooming. If I was more familiar with how the scooter handled and I wasn’t wearing street clothes I probably would have paced them. Best to not.

There wasn’t much to see in Lixouri which bodes poorly for the rest of my time here. I walked the main drag, had lunch, and scooted my way to the ferry terminal. The ferry leaves hourly and I thought I might have time for a Loux or some Robola but the ferry was steaming up so I steamed over. Robola will have to come from Argostoli.

Lixouri, for when Argostoli is too hectic

Robola came from Argostoli. I was lucky enough to remember a wine bar near the water. I parked myself with a book and listened in on the chattering locals. The new read is called Never Go To The Post Office Alone. It was written by a Greek author about an American journalist in Russia. There are a few plot lines woven together and I’m having trouble pulling them apart. One more beer at another bar and I’m halfway through my book. Nature is beginning to play a terrible prank on me, I want a taco. Maybe it would be possible to get a bad one here during the summer but a decent taco will have to wait for Athens. Not even Patras can help me. What a cruel joke life has played on me. Nobody here cooks with chilis and it’s starting to get to my head. The food is fantastic but I want something spicy.