Nice name isn't it? I'm Jony's bike and, even though I am basically the star of the show, I don't get much of a say, do I? Well it's my turn today because we had a bit of a change. For once, he left all that dreadful luggage behind and we two went out on our own, just like the old days! It was great. He was positively whizzing up the hills, which makes a nice change after all that walking.
I took him exploring the south of the island which is, I've heard, the untrendy part. At the very bottom of Corfu is a place called Kavos and, phew!, was it the pits: all English pubs and tattoo joints. Not a cycle shop in sight.
Fortunately on the way back we took a rather nice up and down road that led through miles and miles of olive groves, all with their carpets of netting down ready for the crop. As you can see, he kept stopping to take snaps of everything except moi. I keep hoping!
I think he's planning to explore the north of the island next but, since he'll be moving away from this weird pink place, muggins will be carrying all the you know what!
Tootle pip!
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