Well, what can I say? We've arrived on the beautiful and romantic isle of Kefalonia to a story that we'll be able to dine out on for many years to come, a memory certainly made forever!
After being dropped off at our hotel, we walked into our hotel reception area with an undisguisable and unfettered excitement ....... only to be greeted by an eerie silence and an empty desk, no one, nobody, nada! It was not unlike the Marie Celeste.
Undeterred we gave it five minutes, we saw a few people outside by the pool, so decided to have a mooch around, we found a bell, on what we thought might be the breakfast and so gave it a hearty and robust ding and then walked, with hope, back to the reception, again nada!
So, then we ventured a little further afield, where we saw a handful of souls lazing in the sun (after that, we never saw people outside again for our entire holiday), perhaps our host was serving in the bar? Nah!
When we went inside again a fellow guest asked if we were waiting with a resigned sigh, saying she would look for someone. After five minutes she returned, dolefully shaking her head. I have to admit, at that, Darrell's and my heart started to sink, "Welcome to The Hotel Paradiso" we said, almost in unison.
She then told us there was usually a piece of paper left with a number on for people to ring if there was no one there, which she found behind the desk and promptly rang it for us, telling the lady at the other end she had people waiting! We thanked her profusely (and never saw her again, during our stay)
Five minutes later a woman turned up, no pleasantries, just asking for our passports and then immediately withdrew into the back office to have a very loud and animated phone conversation for at least twenty minutes, while we decided to take a seat, laughing and pinching ourselves, wondering what the Greek for Fawlty Towers was! We've never ever received such a "bounteous" greeting such as this on any of our oddities!
Finally, "the manager" we believe, returned, again with no pleasantries, this time asking for our five euros a day Greek Tax, telling us our room was A11, just up the stairs .......
......... and that we'd find the key in the door!
Needless to say, it wasn't!
Darrell returned to find the desk once again deserted, but fortunately after a general mooch, found said key behind the counter and just took it and ran.
It was all very bizarre, however not ones to overly dwell on things, after two years we were finally back in our beloved Greece .......
......... and no one..... but no one was going to rain on our Greek parade!!!
Will questions be asked in the Greek Parliament, we have yet to decide!
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