After a daring quest to venture through the streets of Sam Leone in search of a bar with tennis channels, that ended with us giving up and only listening to the commentary (by the way Ash Barty won and moved up to second in the world) we had a simple dinner and a long night, which includes many drunk Italians partying until 3 in the morning.

Funnily enough, the next day we were out all day, right on a bus in the morning over to a scattering of Greek buildings called the valley of the temples, where we easily explored through the sudden heat, for several hours.

That’s an inventor guy who died trying to fly in to the sun

I know the ancient Greeks were supposedly very smart, but I think this is slightly contradictory of that…

As it was, our day was not nearly over, and we were offered a funny ride on a three wheeled vehicle up to the main town, where we wandered the alleyways and witnessed Nadal defeating Theim (I was actually going for Nadal for the first time).

Yet again the party Italians stayed up till 3 and the next day we set off for a bay, named after an honestly unimpressive tower, the Torre de san Nicola.

It took us several tries to get the stupid anchor to hold, but we managed and I towed Kian for a while on his inflatable raft.