Greek Odyssey Day 8: Myrtos-Assos-Fiskardo-Athens

One last shot of Argostoli in the morning, from our hotel balcony.

Sorry ye, PETRONAS tak ada branch di Kefalonia. Bonuslink pun takde.

I can't remember the name of this beach, but there's a lot more where this came from.

Myrtos beach.

Hubby testing the waters at Myrtos. At 15 deg C, it's not a good idea to go swimming.

Local mountaineering champions.

Geological evidences of seismic activity.

Another view of Myrtos beach. Yes, we had to drive down that twisting road on the left.

Picture perfect. Go ahead, copy it as your screensaver or desktop.

As proof that I was there and that I did not rip off the above photo from someone else's blog, here's one of me & Myrtos in the background.

En route to our next destination: Assos. There's a medieval fortress at the top of the hill that we wanted to visit, but the road was not open to cars and we did not feel like climbing up.

Right at the northernmost tip of the island is the fishing town of Fiskardo. We had hoped to stop there for lunch, but no shops were open. People were just busy painting to get the town picture-perfect in time for the tourist season starting in April (my trip was just at the end of March).

Just southwest of Fiskardo, we found a small lagoon, again with interesting stratified formations.

For lunch, we stopped at a small village somewhere north of Assos. On the menu was seafood fettucine, greek salad and tzatziki. All items were ordered as single portions to share between the two of us, but there were still leftovers.

A nice cuppa Greek coffee to wash it all down. Specially dedicated to you, Ubi!

Our flight in th evening at about 5 pm back to Athens. I thought this was the end of our Kefalonian adventure, but there was more to come...

The personnel at check-in must have been confused when they saw a travelling visa in Hubby's passport but none in mine. They did not realise that his visa was meant for Malaysian travellers to Sudan, not to Greece. Malaysians do not require a special visa to travel to Greece. The police questioned us, to the point of making themselves look silly but they refused to apologise.

The same policemen were manning the departure hall, so to further exert their authority they asked for proof that Hubby's camera really was a camera. I thought I'd take a picture of them but they refused, so all we got was this: