'Why did you stop here ?'...asked the Greek owner of a remote taverna we stopped in, in a tiny village (population 55) on the way to Fiskardo.
I like to do the not so obvious, step out of whats normal, not be a sheep. Many people wont go into an empty taverna, resturaunt where the locals may not even speak English, I like the challenge, the uncertainty..well, its not like going into the bronx..it IS only a taverna.
'I liked the look of the village, the front of your taverna, its real Greek'
'Its very very rare to get any tourists in here'
We ate simply, dry bread, greek salad, lovely local feta, with the burning smell of coffee to ward off the fries and wasps, watched the world go by (about20 cars and a few locals)..chatted with the owners, ate her gorgeous free home made cake she was so keen to offer us, talked about greek recent history, family, life in general.
11 euros..for a georgeous greek salad, bread, drinks, a packet of cigarettes for the wife, free cake and a lovely hour in a lovely location with a really nice greek couple, apparently scratching a living providing a lovely service.
'The tourists don't know what they're missing'