Today we walked to Ieranto Bay. It is a tiny, unusually isolated little beach, in a bay where the Romans thought there were sirens. It was at least one hour and forty five minutes to walk, but it was still OK because the path was really nice. There was absolutely nobody at the beach and in the whole bay which looked totally uninhabited.
I found a little area made out probably of million year old magma that I more or less claimed as mine. It even had a bathroom (which was a little hole) and a living room, and a thinking chair. And also a place to put your stuff.
Most of the time I was climbing on the rocks, and skipping rocks on the water with my brother. On the way back, instead of coming up the way we came, we climbed up a path that was so steep that we had to use weeds as pulleys to get ourselves up. When that was finished, we took an easier path than what we came on which was going through a bunch of olive fields. But it was very hard for my little brother who was very tired and thirsty, and hungry.
For dinner we went to a really good local restaurant called Charlotte.
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