Zante - Thursday

We went on a coach tour of the island. We went to look round the monastery of St Dionysius aka St Dennis. Dad tried to make me wear a hankie on my head because any ladies with bare shoulders (not me) needed to borrow a pashmina.

We stopped off for tasters of halva, Greek delight, honeyed nuts, raisins, orange and thyme honey, sesame seed bars, olives, red wine, white wine. I don't like none of that so Dad had mine as well as his own.

The coach nearly drove off without Mum because we were all back on except her because she was browsing all the stalls for presents to take home.

We looked down on Zante's famous shipwreck from a special viewing platform. Dad was underwhelmed and said it didn't look any better than the one at Hunstanton.

We stopped in a little village for lunch.

I had fried cheese, Dad had a mythos beer and an enormous pork chop, Mum had Greek salad but wished she'd ordered the chicken because other people were having that and it looked nice. She settled for a gnaw on Dad's pork chop bone.

We stopped off briefly in another tiny village in the mountains to admire the scenery of grapes growing and all the cypress trees on the hillside. Our guide, Sue, told Dad off for going in the cafe because we didn't have time for that.