A Day Worth Remembering: Kos, Greece
A stroll past a turreted castle wall leads to a square and breakfast at Café Philippe –croissants and iced coffee. Fortified by a splash of caffeine we take the scenic (aka convoluted) route through town in search of the bus station that will take us to Tigaki beach.
Best known for its long white sandy beaches, Tigaki is located 7 miles west of Kos port. The bus packed with tourists, drops us in front of a row of sun beds. Tourists scatter and we make our way down the street stopping at an Australian bar with a boxing kangaroo painted on its storefront. In homage to Kristin’s Aussie physical therapist we walk inside for a beer and to use the loo and end up staying the entire day at Micki’s Beach Bar.
The bar and its staff (Micki, Colin, Dev) and regulars (Harry, Noel) were warm and inviting, treating us as long lost friends rather than newly acquainted strangers. The bar itself offers direct access to the beach by way of a winding stone path. We set up shop at the green and gold sun bed and umbrellas and swim to our hearts content in water tranquil as the Caribbean only greener with an occasional whitecap, and wading height. I walked nearly a mile out from the beach without so much as a drop in depth, or an overpowering tide or current.
Dinner at a nearby restaurant—the best chicken soup, one you can taste in your dreams—and then back to the bar for beers and the house special shot: c*sucking cowboy (Click here for the history of the shooter.) Before departing at 1am (many thanks to Dev for the ride back to town!) we promised to return before the close of season.