It is here during the Italian occupation during WWII that a British commando vessel hid. They could not be seen from the sea and apart from the very remote spot where we were standing they could not be seen from the land. It was a near perfect hiding place. They did not however bank on the goatherds tending their animals in these almost inaccessible places. They also did not allow for the generosity of the islanders even when times were very hard and their propensity for partying. As soon as the goatherds saw the boat they gathered freshly baked bread, home produced cheese and goats milk and raki and went down to greet their allies. No amount of persuasion would stop them from throwing a party on the beach. When the British were finally persuaded that there was no chance on earth that the Italians would find them there they joined the islanders on the beach. Out came the violins and lautos and the singing and dancing lasted three days. No one, of course, found out what the commandos were doing there or what their mission was but they seemed to enjoy their three days of unofficial R&R.
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