Watermelon or baclava? Morning nap or afternoon siesta? This secret beach or that one? Matt Rudd finds life full of tricky dilemmas on Skopelos.
The man hiring the boat to us wasn’t there when he’d said he would be, so I walked up the stony path, away from the tiny, rickety jetty, until I got one bar on my cellphone . I dialled his number and he answered in Greek. I said: “Hello, it’s Matt. We booked a boat at 10am and it’s 10am now.”
In reply, he spoke for two whole minutes, both of them still in Greek. From what I could gather from his tone, he was neither apologetic nor angry. If I were pressed, I’d say he sounded philosophical. Expansive even. At the very most, judicious.
