It’s fight night. And we’re in Clash of the Titans territory. Halkidiki. And if this was being brought to you on the big screen the next caption would read ‘Greece: a few years before the existence of mankind’. Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the three fingers of land which stretch out into the Aegean Sea.
Tonight’s fight promises to be a classic in every sense of the word. On the first finger, the contenders for celestial domination, The Titans, and on the ring finger, the current, undisputed champions of the world the Olympian Gods. I want a good clean fight, no gouging, no biting, no holding and, Athos, (this one’s for you), no throwing rocks the size of a mountain at Poseidon. We don’t want anybody hurt on the middle finger, Sithonia.
Although Athos defied the referee, the rock he threw missed Poseidon, and landed out at sea later becoming Mount Athos. It also missed Sithonia, named after Poseidon’s son, which is just as well, as it is undoubtedly the prettiest and most cheerful of the three fingers. There’s the flawless beauty of Mediterranean pine trees and lush gardens framed by white sandy beaches, clean turquoise waters and azure skies.
And that’s where we find ourselves today. At the Danai Beach Resort & Villas.
You know the type of holiday retreat that you’re going to when the promotional material tells you that it’s a 50 minute drive from Thessaloniki Airport or, 15 minute-flight by helicopter…there’s also talk of gated entrances, designer shops and white-gloves service at dinner, and the option of bathing in milk and honey. No, really, you can. So far, so very good.
There’s no doubting that the Danai Beach Resort is an ultra-luxurious destination. Family-owned, its secluded location made it the ideal haunt of the occasional diplomat when it first opened its doors some thirty years ago. One of its stellar attractions is a small if idyllically formed sandy beach, lapped by crystal clear turquoise waters. White daybeds, umbrellas and elegant white tents with atmospheric double beds (charged locally), for those who wish to enjoy more privacy, are temptingly arranged on the well-tended sand.
The food is superb, and the service impeccable. The restaurants go by the names, Squirrel, Seahorse and, with a nod to fight night, Andromeda. Ingredients used are the freshest and the attention to detail second to none. A gastronomic delight wherever you choose to indulge. Breakfast on a neo-classical terrace, facing the sea with live piano music. How do you like your eggs in the morning? I like mine with Vivaldi.
But stay. Just don’t fight.