The climb

Good morning world, thought I would add a blog in-between the daily ones, partly to prove that Mum and I have been experiencing some of Corfu's culture and partly to prove we've not just been tanning/ burning and drinking cocktails for the past five days.

Yesterday we toddled in to Corfu town, some how managing to conquer their bus system, arrive at our desired destination and leave in one piece.

However, what Mum had failed to mention to me was the gigantic lighthouse she planned to climb once we got there.

I use the word 'gigantic' purely because it wasn't until we reached the bottom that the sentence: "We probably should have got a guide book" was ushered by Mum. Therefore it was a gigantic climb and as I'm not 100% sure the actual distance in height so 'gigantic' will do for now.

If Dad had been with us he would have insisted we got a guide book and done things properly. As it was just Mum and I we played the tourist card to the maximum taking a ridiculous amount of photos and oooing and ahhing at the views as we snaked up the hill.

The views from the top of the lighthouse were fantastic and as a camera enthusiast I was furthermore kicking myself for leaving my SLR at home.

I could describe the view from peak, over the ocean, the teal reflections and general allurement of what we were looking at but I don't think I could do it justice.

After our hike we played hide and seek in the never-ending corridors of streets, munched our way through a packet of limoncello flavoured turkish delight, grabbed two tubs of ice cream and headed to the bus stop and back to Dassia.

Normally I'm a sucker for historic monuments abroad- not a lot will beat crawling on my hands and knees through the pyramids of Giza- but at least we got to see a little piece of Corfu.

The town was lovely, but it is a shame we didn't really have the opportunity to get lost and discover the country outside of its tourist attractions.