This time last year…
May 13th, 2008Last May I was in Greece. Quelle surprise!
I was hoping to be there again this year, but it looks as though it is not a happening thing, mainly due to lack of money. It’s such a bore being poor! Living in a country as remote (in the context of the world) as Australia, “down-under” as we say, it’s a major expense just to fly out of it. Then of course to make the trip worth-while, one has to spend at least a month away. For me, this is a problem at the best of times. Anyway, last May I was in Parga.
I had never heard of Parga and the funny part was I found myself there by accident. I was heading for Igoumenitsa, on the north-west coast of Greece, where I could catch a ferry for Corfu and from thence some sort of conveyance to the tiny Ionian island of Paxi. Ages ago, we’d taken a day-trip to Paxi from Corfu, and I really wanted to visit it again, for it remained in my mind as a tiny gem. I collect the ‘tiny gems’ of Greece.
I’d spent two weeks in Kefalonia, the largest of the Ionian islands, and, thinking I would be terribly clever, I worked out that I could travel in just one day from Fiskardo in Kefalonia to the neighbouring island of Lefkada by ferry, then bus it through Lefkada to Preveza on the mainland, and from there take another bus to Igoumenitsa. It was fine in theory and actually should have worked. But when you travel in Greece you have to allow for the S factor. Siga-siga - which means slowly-slowly. Things happen when they happen. Buses run to timetables concocted by bureaucrats without a thought to tourists wanting to travel from Fiskardo to Igoumenitsa in one day!
And so I reached Preveza at four pm to find that I’d missed the only bus to Igoumenitsa. Now Preveza is quite a pleasant, sizeable coastal town but the bus station is a fair way out with no nearby hotels or pensions. I looked on the bus timetable board and saw there was a bus onward to a place called Parga at eight pm, so I looked it up in my travel guide book and found it described as ‘the jewel in the crown of the Epiros Riviera’! How could I resist? I bought a ticket to Parga.
By the time I arrived there at ten that night and was decanted in the darkness at the top of a street, I was pretty done in. I hadn’t realised we would have to traverse half the inland towns of the mainland coast on the way - through mountains and valleys, up and down zig-zag roads - and bump over what felt like the roughest goat tracks imaginable. I was not happy. I had the only plastic bag to hand ready to receive my last meal and was clutching the back of the seat in front for support, as we pulled into Parga. I fell out of the bus. There was a hotel on the corner so I booked in there regardless, and went straight to bed.
Ah to awake in paradise. Check out my pix in the gallery to see why I love this place! I stayed a week in beautiful Parga and never did get to Igoumenitsa or Corfu. I did however make it to Paxi, which is another story…