Villa Venus

A late flight meant a grumpy driver. And unhelpful. Maybe that default (I didn't speak Greek). He also had no idea were the villa was - one would assume the third most important thing after being able to drive and having a car. 

After arriving at a ropey looking 'Venus Villa' he tried to unload us all. Unti I pointed out the cars on the drive and the washing hanging up meant it was it wasn't our place, or there had been a catastrophic mix up.

We tried the door code and wasn't surprised it didn't work. Just luck that the occupants where asleep or out. Or the didn't have a dog. Or a gun. 

The driver was now receptive to our written directions but still opted to phone a friend. After a rapid Greek conversation all was ok again and we headed back the way we came to the bus stop where Alison said to turn left twenty minuets ago.

In and bed.

The next morning we had a look around. It's great. 

And in the downstairs loo you are encouraged to multitask. Just cover ther bog roll first. 

TV, wifi, PS2 and a skip load of copy DVDs.