Day 9 - Encounters of the American Kind

This morning we got up around 8:30, unable to stay in the tent any longer since it was so hot. After making use of the facilities, meaning Turkish squat toilets with no toilet paper, we headed into Adamas for breakfast. We picked a place with nice outdoor seating and were greeted by an American (!) waiter. He was staying on the island for awhile as a break from his home in New Jersey. Speaking in a way that convinced us he might be gay, he took our orders and told us the beaches with the most "tur-quah" water to go to. Doug had a waffle with ice cream and Sarah had eggs with bacon, with fruit salad to share.
When we were finished eating we drove north to Sarakiniko. After wandering around the white rocks a bit we found a spot near the tiny, uncrowded beach to get in and swim. We snorkeled a little and when we were done we took our things a bit higher up on the rocks to settle down and watch the waves hit and spray the rocks. Sarah napped a little and Doug journaled while watching the commotion below. We were getting hungry, but as we got up to leave we saw a sunken ship down the coast a bit and decided to investigate. We hiked over the white rock formations until we were closer and we stopped to take pictures. Then we headed back to the quad and rode into Adamas. We had a short lunch outside along the bay and beach at Papikinou, sharing a Hawaiian pizza and some water.
After filling our tummies and deciding we'd come another time for another delicious pizza, we headed back out to a beach the breakfast waiter had said was "ahh-mazing!" We had some trouble finding it but instead stumbled upon Agios Konstantinos, a little cove where we stood out at the only non-Greeks. The water was cold but there was excellent shade for us to rest in so we swam, snorkeled, and even did a bit of rock-jumping. Back up on the beach we spent some time looking through the rocks lying in the sand and Sarah amazed Doug with her ability to find beautiful ones as well as bits of sea glass, some of which we kept. We stayed awhile longer until everyone had left but for one couple, grateful for some peace and quiet. But after awhile we noticed them repeatedly slamming something into the rocks and realized the man had caught an octopus with his bare hands while snorkeling and was eagerly trying to kill it. We opted not the stay and watch, so we packed up our things and Doug attempted to burnout and give their car a little sand-dusting on the way out.
We drove back to the campground and spent some time in the pool, then changed and went over to the campground's open-air restaurant to eat and watch the sunset, which happens late at about 9:15 PM. We ordered a meal and appetizers from the waitress, who had pretty bad English and seemed to insist on leaving her shorts unbuttoned at all times. For dinner Doug had French fries and tortellini while Sarah had fried zucchini (an attempt to incorporate some veggies) and buttered pasta with too much cheese. We snapped some pictures as the sun went down and enjoyed a leisurely dinner despite the fact that the staff were frantically bustling about trying to hang cheesecloth from the eaves, which we figured was in preparation for the high season.
Following dinner we showered, Sarah in one out of the four stalls whose lock was jammed, and we spent the remainder of the evening reading and relaxing. We slept, again pestered by the howling wind which rattled and shook our tent.