An ‘Almost’ Perfect Game

game 8

Back in the winter of 1985, a sporting event happened on Hydra, and if it had been officially sanctioned, it would still hold several records in the Guinness Book of …

It all began in my bar, the Bahia. A debate led to a soccer match unprecedented. The expatriate world against an Hydriot squad of sporting enthusiasts.

I am going to call the sport soccer, as opposed to football, which a bunch of fans call it. It should be called football as it entails kicking, and the use of hands is not permitted. Football for some obscure reasons is a North American sport which uses hands to get the ball around a field, and only rarely is it kicked. Even then a specialist is brought on to boot a field goal through a set of posts that resemble those used in rugby.

Again, to clear up any confusion, while the shape of the ball, ovalish, and the goal posts require one to kick the ball twixt posts and at a level some meters above ground, the American sport has nothing in common with the more internationally recognised sport called rugby.

Americans are allowed to use body armour and crash helmets and may take frequent breaks to catch their breath so that sponsors may ply their wares and pretty, leggy girls can wave pom-poms and high kick in mini skirts to keep the fans occupied, lest boredom set in.

Our sport has rules too, in case one may be under the misapprehension that on this side of the puddle, we play a game for wussies. For attempting to garrott an enemy player, one earns the ignoble decision of ten minutes in the sin bin. If a player is bleeding too profusely, he is entitled to ten minutes’ stitching in the blood bin.

Okay so lets get back to our international match, which, by the way, did accumulate trips to the blood bin due to the coarse nature of the gravel pitch and the lack of perpendicular participation of contestants, aided no doubt by the regular half-time alcohol-laced refreshments.

game 2

Pan was our man on the other side, employed to recruit a team of Hydriots brave enough to take on the rest of the planet. With the exception of Pan and Janni Drakopolos, the average age on their side was nineteen; on ours, it was about 40 or 30 or 60.

Ouzo Jimmy was the ref and doubled as refreshment dispenser, which meant he situated himself behind the goal line, next to the porta-fridge, and conducted the match behind a dangling fag of smoke.

Somewhere during the game, the girls decided that they couldn’t kick as far as the gents and allowed themselves to throw the ball (I believe that is how rugby was invented). And so the match progressed. Every time we were losing too much, Pan switched sides and became an American, generally right in front of the goal and evened the game up.

Pan, bless him, was a dual citizen. Having supposedly been caught jumping ship in New York, he was offered deportation or US citizenship if he went on a vacation to Vietnam. Which he did with distinction.

game 7

At the end of the tournament, because how many goals had been scored could not be determined, we took the discussion down to the ‘office,’ the Liako taverna. It was agreed that the score was an even 22-22 draw, in itself another Guinness book record.

game 3

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Change is coming… like it or not.

Anchors Aweigh

Anchors Aweigh

Sure, it doesn’t look like much now (my camera phone’s zoom isn’t too strong), a small, innocuous platform bobbing off Kamini. Imagine this same view in a couple of months’ time with a thirteen-ish-deck, multi-swimming-pooled, super cruise ship inserted into it.

Our new deep-sea heavy mooring platform, designed to anchor the largest of oceangoing luxury liners, was “planted” last month. It is hoped that the guests shuttled back and forth on its tenders will boost the island’s economy and bring all the benefits that such an increase in tourism promises.

As with all things of “progress” here, or anywhere for that matter, a flip-side debate has kept the island busy this winter—and not just about the pros and cons of said affected view.

What about the gulf and the pollution such large ships can bring to the beaches? The island struggles to cope with current busy-season ablutions. What will hundreds more visitors do to an already taxed infrastructure, etc, etc?

All of which is rather moot as the mega buoy is in place.

Of course, any big event on (or just off) the island comes with a typical Hydra rhubarb. A couple of days after the cranes and work ships had completed their deep-sea task, a large French cable-laying ship was seen in the same area. Much activity aboard led to the inevitable conclusion that the sea anchor industry had severed a communications cable to the mainland, much in the same way we have seen, say, waters pipes conflict with other underground systems when upgrades are being installed on land.

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Last Christmas… I Gave You

Last Christmas I gave you my giblets, and you swallowed them whole.
This Christmas I’d give you the same but you went away, so I’ll give them to someone special…
Your old sidekick: Jingle Belle, Jingle Belle, Jingle all the way.

Christmas Lunch Anticipation 2013

Christmas Lunch Anticipation 2013


For anyone who lost any family member this year (including our  four-legged  mates), we remember with cheer those who brought happiness to our lives. NOEL Y’ALL
May 2015 be a healthy happy one, and hopefully a less cheesy Kamini Comet.

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From Black Friday to White Christmas?

Black Friday, a large rhubarb of silly proportions and a new terminology to us rural Greek folk. Apparently it’s when people in the U.S and now spread to the U.K. stampede and maul each other in hordes to acquire something on the first day of Xmas sales. THE day after they pledged to being thankful for all they have. Now we know why it is called Black Friday!!

Best wishes to all from the Comet

Best wishes to all from the Comet

So in the blatant interest of self promotion here is rhubarb from our little village, a rhubarb that should bring festive cheer and happy Xmas to all who participate. An ideal festive season gift (and no it is not for sale at Dimitra’s supermarket), it’s a plant, and excuse to include ourselves with her modest decorations and wish all happy joyful wot-sits and good health for 2015 from the Comet Corporation, as in Jennifer and myself.

It appears we may have touched a nerve and have come across and trying to blacken the nations of Britain and the States with this rhubarb, for which we apologize profusely. We misinformed rural Hellenophiles  often get our international news source from places as unreliable as CNN and BBC, our local news is impeccable however. Gossip here is always on the money, and our object at the Comet is to take the piss out of life, everyone and most of all ourselves. Please in future when and if you consult this site, bear in mind, it is written with a tongue-in-a-cheek. So have a nice day and enjoy the hols. Ed.

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Closing Time

We inmates of Kamini do not define when the seasons change by dates and calenders, but by when dining establishments open and close.

Official Closing Hours in Kamini

Official Closing Hours in Kamini

It is officially winter when the last taverna shuts down for the season. The last hours at the Kodelania restaurant this week. Chances of a meal out in the village will most likely only occur for carnival next spring.

Closing Sunset at the Office

Closing Sunset at the Office

Our 'Off Season' Sky

Our ‘Off Season’ Sky

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