An Island Sanctuary

A hundred paces away, I take refuge in Rakinos. Interesting and creative cocktails are on offer with pagan names like Voodoo Child and Monkey Boy, however it’s a huge relief not to have to stick my tongue down the barman’s ear canal in order to tell him what I wish to drink. The décor is understated and tasteful; artwork on the walls, I’m told, is predominantly produced by staff members. The congregation is well settled and relaxed; clearly enjoying themselves and each other’s company; it’s a pleasure to be able to hear myself think and kick back in such welcoming, unpresumptuous surroundings.