At times the final 'n' is dropped from the name.
It is only a very small town, with three and a half streets parallel to the sea, but with two ships in and not everyone, including us, going to see the ruins at Olympia, it was very busy. We are not so interested in ancient ruins, getting close to becoming some ourselves.
A bit creepy.
I've seen a public beer bike elsewhere, maybe Amsterdam
The centre has a bench where the beers are poured and placed for people to drink as they pedal.
Getting around by more conventional means. I think it was quite hot for the horse to stand in the open.
We found a cafe for coffee and some wifi, then had a wander in the streets.
Then it was time for lunch and a drink. We all sat down and adjacent to us on a bench were some very dark skinned youth. R sat down and a loud crack sounded. The seat had obviously broken under the cushion and the lads were in hysterics. We were laughing too. R just sat there in momentary shock. One of the lads asked R if he was ok, and of course he was. He spoke near perfect English, but when they resumed their conversation between themselves, it sounded like they were speaking Spanish. It was a nice moment of humour and friendliness.
Bougainvillea is very popular in Greece.
Could almost be Australia. There was one matter I noticed, that the Greek men looked very Greek. Of course they would, but I was a little surprised that they were so physically stereotypical and readily identifiable as Greek.
It was quite a pretty little village with nice food and wine, but our ship awaited us.