È l’isola! ((Sgt. Lor­usso, isola del Medi­ter­raneo che non con­ta un cazzo, 1941)) 

As in the 1991 film ((Sal­vatores’ Medi­ter­raneo.)), we all wanted to exper­i­ence life in a small island.

It was the sum­mer of 1993, we arrived here because at the time it was an almost deser­ted island, totally unsuited for mass-tour­ism — just one derel­ict camp­ing, no accom­mod­a­tion except for private rooms. 

There were just two fer­ries per week: we arrived in the middle of the night on a Fri­day, plan­ning to leave with the next — and only — boat on Sunday. Unfor­tu­nately, due to bad weath­er con­di­tions, the planned ferry was can­celed, and we had to pay a loc­al fish­er­man to bring us to the next island.

On the first night we slept dir­ectly on the beach beside the pier, and on the second one we placed our sleep­ing bags around the monu­ment in the main square. I hoped to get from my friends a scanned photo, but without luck so far. and we have an update!

The last two pic­tures above are from 1993. Not sure about the first one, but the one with Ale and me was def­in­itely taken in Koufonissi.

Any­way, I’d have to say that here everything is changed, except for the stun­ning water and view ((All of the res­taur­ants have pizza in the menu, so you get the picture.)).