We woke up to the rolling thunder of breaking waves. We had made camp in the middle of a pitch black night and were pleasantly surprised by the view. We had stumbled upon a gorgeous beach in Lefkada. We packed our tents and drove back to a structure we had seen the night before, low and behold a legitimate beach bar.
Perched a few yards from the water front we enjoyed a greek yogurt with freshly cut fruit and local honey washed down with a good ol' cup of joe. That's when a couple of paragliders landed and Beto's eyes lit up. His face punctuated by a sneaky smirk he went down to the pilots and started talking. What do you know... five minutes later he was in a car with the paragliding dudes.
As Alberto touched down and got his DVD made we talked about the day. We all sat down, broke out the map and put the local knowledge we learned to fruition. We were going beach hunting... for a change.
Port Katziki, take mental note of that name if you're planning on visiting Greece. Locals told us we could not not go. Just getting there was fun. Mountain roads and very few people and cars. Port Katziki roughly translates to Goat Port as back in the day the area was only accessed by goats. The beach is enclosed in a conclave cliff. The water is really that Blue and the surf is up. We had a blast. We walked down the 100 odd steps to the beach and went for the less populated area. By the end of the hour we had rocks and pebbles in every single orefice. The waves battered us constantly and we didn't waste any time with getting in touch with our inner child.
At the end of the day we set off to find a beach for the night. We found one just before dark. It's a long way down and Alberto is worried we're going to have a hard time getting out. To make matters worse our 5lb propane tank has run out as we were cooking. Breaking out the canned food and we're gonna make a plan for tomorrow.