Samos, an unspoilt Greek island

 

Samos is a small unspoilt Greek island – just fifty miles by eleven. It sits in the Aegean Sea, a stone’s throw from Turkey. It’s the birthplace of Pythagoras, home of Poseidon, god of the sea, Dionysus and Apollo – and me, of course, every now and again!

 

 

It is rich in ancient archaeological sites. At every turn, one comes across another treasure, from the amazing Roman bathhouses to important early Christian churches and burial grounds.

 

 

Samos is a lush green island which suffered a devastating fire thirty years ago. The result has been a re-growth of flora and fauna the like of which is unequalled amongst the other Greek islands. The deep brown soil land is rich in olive trees, fruit and vegetables. Butterflies and exotic birds abound.

 

 

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As if God had splattered
flecks of yellow and red
on a canvas of green
And released a thousand butterflies
to fancify the scene

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I love to dine on moussaka, stuffed vine leaves, kleftiko, kebabs and of course Greek salad, tzatziki and taramasalata.

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Fishing is the lifeblood of the island.

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Let’s go for a wander.

 

On my last night, I love to sit in an overstuffed armchair outside Gregor’s bar and look out across the still water in the harbour

 

As I looked out into the night
memories of days before
played out in my mind

A full moon looked back
I’m sure I heard it say
please come back another day.

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So often, however, the calm is disturbed by the affable and eccentric Kapitan Jainnus and his boatload of clapping passengers dancing and swaying to Zorba the bloody Greek! As I had to put up with it each day, I thought it only fair that you dear reader should experience it too!

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