St George dances on the table

We stopped off at a very shallow harbour on our way to Poros. In fact we stopped because the wind had died, and in Sam's words "it was so bleedy hot". Rather than motor on in the heat we checked the charts and 1.5 miles away was St Georges. We discovered that yes he was a dragon-slayer and that the town celebrates 23rd April.

After a tricky manoueuvre (that may not be how you spell it, but I have only an American spell-checker here, and they certainly can't spell it!), getting into the berth, with only about 6 inches spare below the boat, we spotted a taverna across the harbour and decided that although we had been on the wagon for a week, JUST ONE beer would not hurt. I'm not sure that the beer actually touched the sides and then we wondered about sharing another......

....at the table next to us was a large party of Greeks. They were clearly enjoying themselves, and gales of laughter were making us smile and laugh too. Next thing we know, two beers arrived for us, courtesy of the Greeks, and soon we were invited to join them. Next thing we know, we were not allowed to pay for a thing, but quantities of ouzo were being supplied along with more beer. Now we hadn't eaten since breakfast, and this is late afternoon......

......so when they decided we should all go swimming, no problem, although I had no trunks, and Sam decided to go in wearing her skirt.

.....and when the dancing started, we joined in, I am aware of my own skills, but at least when Sam was dancing on the table, she was being tutored in the art of belly dancing.

In the morning we woke up feeling pretty much as you might expect. In my own case I have no recollection of why my shoes and shirt were on the deck, or how they had manged to get two of us up over the bow - 4 feet above the dock, but we did have the bruises as a clue!!

Obviously, we haven't got any photos of this particular event.