Thursday, June 22, 2017

 

Kefalonia 2017 - Pre Drinks

Kefalonia 2017 - pre drinks

So, while going back through my previous holiday blogs, I was confused as to why I couldn't find any regarding our two previous visits to the lovely resort of Lassi.  At first I was a little surprised by this, I mean, if I'm not blogging while on holiday what the fuck am I actually doing, just enjoying the sun, sea and…err…sand?  Don't be bloody ridiculous!  Although when I think about it, there turns out to be quite a simple explanation as to why I didn't blog the first time we were here - it was back in the technological dark ages.  That's right, our first visit was pre smartphones, pre free wifi and definitely pre trip advisor it was so long ago.  Fuck, I think even my holiday photos were in black and white, taken on a camera with a massive exploding light bulb and a big black hood you hid under while framing the shot.

This lack of easy access to information about the resort and the hotels (something barely conceivable in today's 24 hour information bombardment we subject ourselves to theses days) could be why we ended up in the rather pretty, but complete soulless, Princess Hotel way back when.  Now superficially there was nothing at all wrong with the hotel, spotlessly clean (like everywhere in Greece we've been), had a nice pool and bar area, nice facilities…but, well…nobody spoke to each other, no atmosphere at the bar just…

This isn't necessarily a deal breaker, but the biggest problem for the hotel turned out to be it was only technically in Lassi.  A good 15 minute walk was needed until you reached the first bar, with another 5 or 10 required to reach the best grub.  Now, this sounds fine - and let’s be honest, when you've spent all day lying round the pool drinking Mythos you can definitely do with some exercise - but with the hotel being so quiet we ended up doing this walk twice a day, there and back.  It got tedious very, very quickly.  So, as much as we loved the resort we gave Lassi a miss until we could find an hotel nearer to the action.  We always vowed if we came again it would have to be staying nearer the action.

To be honest the resort didn't really cross our minds again until many years later when some friends of ours who, for the purposes of this blog and witness protection, shall be referred to as Mr & Mrs Watford, rocked up there.  The photos of the hotel and the view were spectacular, they were having a great time, the hotel staff seemed to notch and we gave several “thumbs up” to their FB photos.  We then forgot all about it.

Until, out of the blue, Lisa was given some extra days holiday from work, and within minutes of her telling me, we had agreed to go back to Greece for a sneaky week away.  And while I thought she was upstairs having a shower she was, in fact, booking a week's B&B at the Dionysos Village Resort - the same as the W’s had been to, and before I knew it we were on our way back to Lassi in less than a week’s time.

And somehow, despite our protestations to the contrary, we had actually managed to book an hotel further away from the main party area than before.  That turns out to be because although the hotel looks much nearer on a map to the middle of town than the Princess, it is up a hill so fucking massive Sir Edmund Hilary and Sherpa Tenzing Norgay would definitely have paused for a fag and large G&T before attempting the summit.

The pictures of the view from the hotel should have been a clue - the glorious vistas of the crystal clear sea and Argostoli in the distance way below should have been a clue - but it's so beautiful up here that it hardly matters.  The hotel is so magnificent that it's no drama to spend all day around the awesome pool, the lovely Sia bringing you beer and peeled grapes at the snap of a finger, and then in the evening you take your one abseil down the side of the Grand Canyon to the exceptional food and drink that awaits.  And with it being only €4 for a cab back up Baldwin Street later it’s easy streets.  And as you're in a cab you can get him to stop at the supermarket for your 6 litres of water on your way home!!  Result…



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