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On the 20th of April we headed back West, along the North coast of the Peloponnese towards Patra and took the ferry from Rio to the mainland (it cost us 11eu, about half the price of the bridge?). Our journey takes on a new feeling, as we realise we have less than a month left of our time in Greece: schedules – we hate schedules!

We spend a pleasant few weeks, slowly heading up the West coast towards Igoumenitsa (where we’ll catch a ferry to Venice, Italy). The weather has suddenly improved, and we ‘lap up the rays’. We feel we’ve been rather deprived for too long now!

We head for Mesologi and out across the causeway to what isn’t much more than a sandbank beyond the lagoon. It’s a strange sort of place. We’re effectively a couple of miles out to sea here – it can get a bit windy! It’s difficult to know how much of it is natural and how much manmade. The whole area is part of the Evinos River delta and has been variously partitioned off for fish farming, salt production and more recently wild life reserves. It’s flat of course, enticing us to get out on the bikes. Cycling out into ‘the middle of nowhere’ on the thin strips of land dividing one bit of water from another reminds us of the Dutch dykes. It’s very quiet and peaceful. We spot Flamingos, Pelicans, Stilts, White herons and other wading birds. Unfortunately much of the track we follow around the main (‘Kilsova’) lagoon is bone-shakingly rough loose stone. We veer of onto the dry mud-flats for a bit – a weird desert-like landscape, but much easier cycling. We discover the remains of fishing shacks out nearest the ‘actual’ sea. Most are now holiday places and still deserted at this time of year. Some, unfortunately, have ‘guard’ dogs and, not for the first time in Greece!, we’re chased by ferocious specimens, scaring Elaine to death. Just what is it in the Greek mentality that makes people think it’s reasonable to have ferocious dogs running free?!!

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We liked the town too. It’s a bustling place with several pedestrianised shopping streets and a main square surrounded by cafes. There’s plenty of parking all around the perimeter if you wanted to be a bit closer, or the wind out on the point got a bit much. There’s a big marina there too. There’s a market, which we unfortunately just missed, on a Tuesday morning, and you can buy fresh fish daily on the quay. We could have easily spent more time there.

As we head North, we stop briefly at Astokos, then spend a couple of nights on the beach just beyond Paleros, before continuing to the island of Lefkada or Lefkas, as it is usually known in English. You can drive to Lefkas via a bridge (which is actually a boat) which moves to let the numerous yachts through the canal into the marina. The Marina is huge and is the main base for several yacht charter companies in this area.

We spend a week exploring Lefkas and it’s stunning West coast beaches. The water is an almost unreal turquoise and sooo clear. Swim, swim swim! Unfortunately a lot of the roads down to the coast are far from Heidi friendly. We twice randomly follow signs to ‘beach/taverna’ only to find ourselves on very steep, very narrow roads with very tight hairpins. There were the potholes, overhanging trees and a complete lack of passing places – they’re single track of course! One turned into a rough dirt track, and we chickened out on another as it proceeded to get steeper and steeper down what was almost a cliff face. We could see miles of sandy beach and turquoise water a long way below – shame. We drove a circuit of the island. We visited Nikiana, Poros Beach and then Syvota, on the South East, where we had joined a Sailing Holiday’s yacht flotilla in 2008 for our first foray into yachting – seems a long time ago now. It’s an attractive and sheltered sailing area and we’re surprised to find the place only just beginning to open for the season, with no sign of Sailing Holidays yet.

Whilst on Lefkas, we witness the start of the season and the change is dramatic. Initially the beaches are all but deserted, but on the 1st of May, that all began to change; the sun-loungers and umbrellas suddenly appeared, wooden walkways down on to the beach were installed, signs were put up and beach clubs began to open, not to mention the increased hire car traffic on the roads. The heat suddenly moved up a notch too, with daytime temperatures of 25 – 30 degrees C. On the 3rd of May we woke up in the carpark above the famed Porto Katsiki beach to discover they were weeding and clearing loose stone away and had put up a sign saying ‘Municipal Parking 3euro’ – and the guy wasted no time in coming to ask for his fee! We then returned to Kalamitsi Beach, where we had previously spent several quiet days and nights, only to find it positively busy. It was quite a shock, and we can only assume that this is the weekend that the local airport at Prevesa opens and starts bringing in the first of the package holiday people. Luckily it was still quiet at night, but I can’t see that being the case as the season progresses.

After Lekfas, we head inland to Vonitsa. It’s hardly inland, and still has a beach overlooking what is actually still the sea, though it’s more like a lake, reached by the narrow entrance at Prevesa. We wander into town, realising we’re just too late for the market (Monday morning). We seem to be good at missing markets – must spend more time in one place in the future. We liked Vonitsa; another ‘real’ place where locals live year round, with all the shops and services you’d expect. It’s also got an attractive front, lined with cafes and tavernas and the sizable remains of a Venetian castle, which we didn’t get round to visiting. We parked just outside town, right on the beach, overlooking Koukoumitsa island. You can walk to, and around, Koukoumitsa via a causeway; a nice stroll under the shade of the pine trees. It’s very popular with the locals for a ‘volta’ (the equivalent of the Spanish ‘paseo’), early morning or late afternoon / evening. The water’s warmer here than on the real coast too as it’s very shallow, but the hundreds of tiny sea urchins lining the shore are less than welcome – ouch! There are welcome, warm thermal breezes in the afternoon and at night the town, the castle and the causeway / bridge is all lit up. We sit out till late enjoying the ‘twinkly’ lights and see fire-flies in the darkness behind us. Vonitsa is also the home of a naughty dog with a taste for collecting shoes. Don’t leave your shoes outside unguarded! – one of Elaine’s had to be retrieved from the other end of the beach, and I caught him trying to make off with mine! I later discovered a line of 3 mismatched shoes by a nearby tree, with the grass all flattened down around it – the ‘shoe thief’s lair’ hehe.

 

We move on; stopping at the many miles of sandy beach to the North West of Prevesa, and then at Ammoudia for our last couple of days in Greece. Ammoudia is a popular spot, and there are several other campers here. Apparently it gets very busy later in the season. It was once a real place, but now only a few families live here over the winter. There are lots of hotels and apartments, but they’re still mainly closed up. We enjoy our last Greek taverna lunch overlooking the river and the fishing-boats in one of the few places that is open, and later a last Greek swim, before heading for Igoumenitsa and the ferry.

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As we prepare to leave Greece, we try to collect our thoughts and impressions of the country. The good and the bad. We realise that in the just over 7 months that we’ve been here, we’ve barely scratched the surface. Winter is probably not the best time to spend time in Greece. Many of the coastal places are closed up and feel dead and much inland is high, mountainous and covered in snow and ice. We’ve had snow and sub-zero temperatures at sea level! We’ve seen surprisingly (or perhaps it’s not?) few campers, and when we have, it was often those we’d seen previously. We stayed on campsites a couple of times and walked through, or past, others. They were all very quiet, with only a handful of winter residents. We decided they didn’t suit us, making us feel more isolated from the world outside the gates. Other than a washing machine and perhaps free wifi, we have little need of campsite facilities anyway. We should have spent more time in some of the bigger towns, where everybody is in winter, but finding somewhere suitable to park for a long time can be difficult. We’re not really ‘town people’ either, generally finding them noisy and busy – maybe we’ll have to learn?…

Some final thoughts and memories –

We’ve enjoyed:

  • Dramatic scenery – especially the clear, turquoise waters (and the swimming – even if it was COLD!)
  • Numerous ancient sites (and the histories that go with them)
  • Food (Spinakopita, Gyros pita, Backlava, Squid, the Honey)
  • Spring flowers and the blossom.
  • Festivals (Epithany, Carnival, Easter..)
  • Trying to get to know ‘normal’ life here. We liked the markets, when we found them; something that seems all too lacking in the UK.

We’ve been surprised by:

  • Goats on beaches 🙂 – and in the road.
  • Crazy parking – the Greeks just stop anywhere to shop or chat; corners, zebra crossings, on roundabouts, across junctions – and of course double parking is common. They even have a special sign to tell you not to – it has no effect of course. And stopping on the single track road to go into a shop is normal too – you weren’t in a hurry to get by were you?
  • Fishing with hand throwing lines (a sort of tapered ring) that we’ve not seen before. Surprisingly effective. I bought one and just about mastered the throwing technique – but still didn’t catch anything. Fishing is done by all ages and sexes too – the elder women were just as likely to be doing it – Octopus a common target.
  • Monasteries in CRAZY places – it is simply unbelievable where they’ve managed to build them. And there are a lot!
  • ‘Development’. We found a lot of abandoned hotels and apartment complexes. Some we discovered were built illegally, some have suffered from shoddy construction and have been condemned, but some, we suspect, are just the ‘wrong sort of thing’ these days. In a world that is increasingly made up of the ‘haves’ and the ‘have nots’, individual villas seem to be the holiday accommodation of choice and the studios and apartments are loosing out. The rich want, and can afford, a large private villa and the poor can’t afford anything anymore. It’s shocking to realise that most of the development has happenned over only 40ish years. Greece was a very different place until comparitively recently!
  • Building rubble, and other rubbish, tips EVERYWHERE. Every single reasonably accessible place where you can pull off the road, or down a side lane, has become the local dump. I know it’s traditional with disposal services lacking – to tip it down the side of the mountain – but surely people can agree on fewer, bigger sites?
  • How quiet and empty many of the coastal and rural places are – and it’s not just the purpose made holiday places; a lot of these places once had thriving communities that are now city based, only returning to run a family taverna or hotel for the summer tourists. This is probably increasingly common everywhere, but it seems more true in Greece. It looks as if it won’t be long until the last elderly generation is gone and there will be no one outside of the main towns.
  • Mad roads. I don’t think we ever saw a width or weight restriction sign anywhere – but they are certainly needed! Perhaps one saying “this apparently wide, well surfaced, road may at any moment turn into a narrow dirt track with low, overhanging trees – oh and there will be nowhere to turn around or pass anyone coming the other way”. But where would the adventure be if they told you?!

We’ve not enjoyed:

  • The dogs! This has got to be our biggest grievance. The truly wild ones are usually fine, if unnerving; often following us on walks and sitting by the van hoping to be fed. The ‘guard’ dogs are something else. Left on there own for much of the time and only fed occasionally from what we could see; they go mad when they see someone, especially strangers. We’ve lost count of the times we’ve been chased by ferocious dogs, barking furiously, when we’re out walking, but especially on the bikes. The owners, if they’re around, are usually completely unable to call them off. We will be investing in ‘dog dazers’ and mace spray for a future trip! The Greeks seem to like to ‘walk’ their dogs by taking them somewhere in the car, chucking them out and then driving off, encouraging them to run after them – ah, so that’s where they learn to chase cars! Then there’s the all night barking!
  • The weather. It’s been cold, wet and grey for a lot longer than we’d hoped! This winter has been significantly worse than some we’ve been told.

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are you sure this is where the boat leaves from?!!

are you sure this is where the boat leaves from?!!

Dhimitsana to Dhiakopto…

 


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We stay at Analipsi Beach, West of Kalamata, for couple of days. Its quiet and warm. We like! Then we head up into the mountains. We pass through Megalopoli (“Very Big” – the Greeks are full of imaginative town names!) It’s busy and the cafes are full. We stop briefly at Karitena, a hilltop village with a ruined castle and a Byzantine church, before continuing on to Stemnitsa where we stop for drinks and a ‘medium meze’ at the only place that’s open – good home cooked ham, feta, olives, tomatoes, a beer and a rose wine from the barrel in the cellar. This place is obviously on the tourist trail, but it’s hardly ‘woken up’ yet. We’re at around 1000m here. We contemplate the signposted walking routes, as we sit out in the sun wearing shorts, knowing how easily the weather here can still change at this time of year.

We stop for the night, just short of Dhimitsana, where we turn off down towards the ‘Water Power Museum’, and continue to the tiny village of Paliochori. This is the end of the road for a ‘Heidi’. It’s very small through the village and doesn’t go any further anyway. It’s a nice little place, surrounded by terraced fields and gardens – various plots for sale: tempting… . As we wander around, I’m accosted by an old lady, one of only 6 or 7? permanent residents here, but we can’t make each other understood. She smile’s anyway, and later stumbles across to some neighbours with the aid of a stick – It must be a very isolated existence here.

We take an evening stroll and investigate a path down into the gorge. There’s a raging torrent flowing where the path should be …which whisks me off my feet, leaving me with a wet bum and an unhappy camera. It doesn’t appear to have liked being thrown into a river …a rock may have been involved too! If the quality of the pictures deteriorate from now; you know why!.

The offending 'path'!

The offending ‘path’!

In the morning we opt for the road (much easier and very quiet) down into the gorge and head towards the Filosophou (Philosophy) Monastery. The path on the other side of the gorge is unstable and clinging to the side of a near vertical cliff – definitely scary! We take the road on the way back; better views and very, very little traffic. A good day.

The 4th of April brings low grey cloud. We definitely chose the right day for our walk. We drive up into Dhimitsana around lunchtime and wander around the tiny stepped paths between tightly packed houses.

Dhimitsana, clinging to the side of the hill

Dhimitsana, clinging to the side of the hill

There’s only one drivable road through here. The tavernas are offering; wild boar, rooster with tomatoes, mousaka – appealing on this cold day, but unfortunately Elaine is feeling unwell, so we give it a miss and decide to drive on, through the mountains. It’s a dramatic winding road, high above another deep gorge, passing through Lagadia and Lefkochori. A very tiring drive. Slowly we descend towards the coast again and stop at Ancient Olympia for the night. It was here that the Olympic Games began over 2,700 years ago. Loads more info. here:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olympia,_Greece

The next day brings more grey and it rains most of the day, but we’re here now and feel we should fit this last important bit of ‘old stuff’ into our schedule. We start with the museum, thinking it’ll surely dry up later – it didn’t. It’s busy. There are several coach loads of people here. I hate to think what it’d be like later in the season! There’s loads of artefacts that have been found during all the excavations here – pots, figurines, ‘votive offerings’, – many identical to the ones we saw at Mycanae, near Nafplio. There’s an impressive collection of the traditional tripod cauldrons / cooking pots, ranging from huge down to tiny models. The model ones were believed to be used for votive offerings, symbolising the heart of the home; showing the importance of food and thanking the gods for it.

There’s also lot’s of impressive statues. How do they know who they all are we wonder; they’re mostly headless!

After lunch, we head out again, umbrellas in hand, in the heavier! rain to look at the outside ‘old stuff’. It’s a huge site, and they’re still excavating. By now, we feel we’ve seen it all before though. It’s within, what is now, a beautiful bit of parkland and the trees are just getting their new, bright green leaves. There’s pink blossom and wild flowers everywhere, almost making up for the terrible weather. Eventually the rain stops and we watch an English school group having an impromptu race on the original Olympic track.

From Olympia, it’s down to Pyrgos, just inland from the coast. We skirt around the edge of this busy, unattractive town, noting a serious rubbish problem. There’s what must be weeks and weeks of it piled up everywhere; the original bin often barely visible beneath it (we never did discover what the issue was; thankfully it was isolated to a fairly limited area.)

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Along the coast road through miles and miles of what must be the traditional fishing shacks / holiday places of the locals. They’re all tightly packed together, preventing any access to the beach for us; and there’s nowhere to park. Many places have been destroyed by the wind and the waves, and then a replacement built just inland. The whole place has a weird empty feeling – there’s virtually no one around. We move on to Katakalo on the point. There’s a yacht marina and a ferry and cruise ship terminal, and loads of parking, but it’s all pretty unappealing. We finish up nearby, in ‘our own private campsite’ – open grassy areas, surrounded by trees. It appears to be open, public land? Not sure we’ll tell everyone about this spot. hehe.

Next it’s north up the coast, stopping at Patronikoleika, next to a huge holiday resort showing no sign of opening for Easter – surprising. We visit Amaliadha for some shopping. It’s madly busy with narrow streets, and we gingerly squeeze between the usual double parked, or should I say ‘abandoned’, cars that Greece exemplifies. The whole coastal plain here is flat, agricultural land, with not much signs of life in the villages. It always comes as a shock to enter the odd big town and realise: oh, this is where everyone is. Cafes and bars are full, with people spilling out into the streets. There’s shops selling everything and people wear trendy, designer clothes. A big contrast to the rural areas. We find an AB supermarket and, surprisingly, a parking spot, before escaping the bedlam and heading off looking for somewhere more suitable for us over Easter weekend. It’s a shame that there’s rarely somewhere suitable for us to stay in these bigger places. It would be nice to be part of real life for a bit and get a feel of things – especially over Easter.

Heading back towards the coast, we discover miles and miles of sandy beaches, backed by dunes and pine forests. There’s little development and what there is, is still all closed up. The beaches and the rapidly improving weather temps us to stay for several days. We swim and lounge in the sun while we can; we haven’t exactly had lots of opportunity this trip.

The nearby town of Vartholomio is a manageable size for us and we find parking easily enough. With some determination and a bit of luck, we get our timing right to join in the Good Friday celebrations here. We visit the churches in the afternoon, checking out the elaborately decorated ‘Epitaphio’ (the symbolic bier of Christ – these days it’s designed to carry an Icon), ready for later. We return at 8.30pm, just as it is getting dark, to find the churches and the squares outside packed with people. There’s much singing and chanting going on inside and we push through the throng to see what’s going on. As seems to be the norm with Greek Orthodoxy, the ‘congregation’ doesn’t join in. There are 3 priests in different locations in the church, and as one stops his bit, it’s taken up immediately by another, all in the same singing / chanting voice. Occasionally a member of the public takes the mike for a short part too – presumably they are telling the Easter story. Like the many bell ringings, it’s all amplified as loud as possible and broadcast via speakers from the bell tower. There’s a huge queue to kiss the Icon amongst much genuflecting. We’re in it for a bit before realising and sidling off to the side. It’s not really our thing. We wonder at this massive exchange of saliva; you’d develop a strong immune system here! Everybody is here; all ages and all ‘walks of life’; the local farmers, the city visitors in the latest fashion (you can see the little old ladies in black looking disapprovingly at the young things in the shortest of short mini-skirts and ridiculously high heals). There’s some very young children and even, surprisingly, the odd immigrant worker. All are keen to kiss the Icon. Once the chanting is over and we’ve all been sprinkled with liberal amounts of holy oil, dished out into waiting hands, or over the children’s heads, from a fancy pourer thing, by the chief priest / bishop, we head outside into the square where the procession begins.

It’s all led by a brass band. There’s various crosses and symbols of various types carried on poles up front, followed by the Epitaphios from both the churches. The Priest is still being enthusiastic with the oil, as, what appears to be most of the town, follows the procession carrying candles and sprinkling flower petals. We join in with everyone for what turns out to be quite a long walk around the town. Most of the houses and businesses along the route have got candles burning and incense wafting. We stop at the cemetery for a bit whilst everybody lights candles at the family graves and the bell is constantly rung, before continuing. There are various stops for chanting and petal throwing and of course oil sprinkling ..and then there’s the bangers! A team of enthusiastic youth, walking rather to close to where we are, are intent on chucking them down every side street and onto every bit of wasteland or half-built building. They’re deafening.

Eventually, back at the appropriate churches, the Icons are restored to their places. Of course they need kissing again, but this time, people begin to pull the hundreds of flower heads from the decorated Epitaphio and take them away as they leave, heading for the surrounding bars and cafes.

It was quite an event, lasting at least a couple of hours. Apparently the follow-up is a midnight service on Saturday, culminating with the Priest appearing in complete darkness, with a single candle. The flame, having been lit from a ‘eternal flame’ in Jerusalem, and then flown to Athens and distributed to all the churches in the country! The flame is then passed around with repeated shouts of “Christos Anesti” (Christ is Risen), and then carefully carried home where the ‘head of the household’ makes a smoky cross above the front door with it.

For more info. on Greek Orthodox Easter Celebrations see this (as usual) very thorough account by Barry and Margaret of magbaztravels: http://www.magbaztravels.com/content/view/1700/380/   We seem to have missed out on much of this, either due to appalling weather or not being in the right place at the right time – another year perhaps?
After Easter we head towards Patra. As we pass the main ferry terminal to Italy, we spot plenty of hopeful, desperate looking, potential immigrants loitering near the gates and checking the place out. We’d heard stories of them trying to hide under or in your van as you board the ferry. We find a good spot on the beach at the other end of town, overlooking the impressive suspension bridge to the mainland. It’s busy with locals, fishing and swimming. We stay for a couple of days and manage to book a ferry (in a little over a months time) from Igoumenitsa, further up the coast, to Venice, from a local travel agent. It costs us 349eu, much cheaper than expected. We’d seen 460eu quoted online.

We thought about our return route for ages. The cheapest option is probably to drive up through the Balkans, but it’s a long way and we decided we’d just be rushing through places; which didn’t appeal – something for a future trip? There are also several, much shorter, ferry crossings to Italy, but they wouldn’t have been any cheaper by the time you’d factored in fuel and probable motorway tolls on the Italian side. And again, we felt we’d be rushing through places we’d like to stop at as we headed north. We’ve got what is termed a ‘camping on board’ ticket, meaning we don’t have a cabin or allocated seat, but can stay in the van. We can even plug-in to their electrics.

On the beach - north of Patra

On the beach – north of Patra

The impressive suspension bridge to the mainland

The impressive suspension bridge to the mainland

We make one last stop in the Peloponnese; Dhiakopto, on the northern coast, before we leave what has been home for getting on for five months (we crossed the Corinth Canal on 28th Nov 2014 – see our previous blog: https://heidihymer.wordpress.com/2014/12/14/criss-crossing-the-canal/ ). We stayed in Dhiakopto for 5 nights. It’s obviously a popular spot just before or after the ferry from Patras which, it seems, is how most people get to and from here. We have a steady stream of neighbours from France, Switzerland, Germany and England. Having hardly seen any other vans for months it’s a bit of a shock.

The main reason for coming here was the cog railway trip up the spectacular Vouraikos Gorge. Unfortunately it’s now been modernised from the original steam train and is now all ultra modern. The scenery though, remains just as spectacular. So much so, that we took the train, a second time, up to the half way station and walk back down, so as to have more time to appreciate it. It’s a long walk for us; probably about 8 miles. It’s gently downhill all the way, which we thought would make it easy, but much of it is on the course chippings that make up the bed of the railway itself (there is nowhere else to go!), which didn’t make for easy or comfortable progress. You had to look out for the trains to, which couldn’t be heard above the sound of the raging river below. Luckily it’s a popular thing to do and the train drivers expect crazy walkers and are ready on the horn. In many places it’s only just possible to stand clear of the tracks. A great walk, albeit a very tiring one.

The train goes up to the town of Kalavrita, famous for a horrific massacre, during WW2, at the hands of the Nazis. Almost every male members of the population, over the age of 14, was executed by machine gun, on the 13th of December 1943, “as an act of revenge against the Greek national resistance”. All the houses were burnt to the ground and the womenfolk left to bury the dead, often with their bare hands, in the frozen ground. There is an excellent museum with videos of survivors’ accounts of events and a memorial on the hill above the town. Tears were shed! I am currently reading Hitler’s book; “Mein Kampf”. Learning about and trying to understand the histories of the war. It doesn’t get any easier!

We headed back towards Patra on the 20th April and took the ferry to the mainland from Rio. The ferry cost us 11eu. Obviously it takes longer than driving over the bridge, but we were told the bridge costs at least double that – and we’re not in a hurry. The plan is to meander up the West coast of Greece and then take the ferry to Venice from Igoumenitsa…

last night on the Peloponnese at Dhiakopto. A German neighbour tonight.

last night on the Peloponnese at Dhiakopto. A German neighbour tonight.

looking north to the mainland - there's still snow on the mountains..

looking north to the mainland – there’s still snow on the mountains..

Adventures in Argolida

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The Argolis Peninsula / ‘Prefecture of Argolida’ – the Eastern-most finger (some call it the ‘thumb’) of the Peloponnese; just to the west of Athens.

We’ve spent over a month now, slowly exploring this area: argolida1 Weather

Is the sky supposed to be that colour?

Is the sky supposed to be that colour?

If you think we’re lounging around on beaches in the sunshine, you’d be very wrong! We’re finding Greece, in winter, to be predominantly cold and wet. This last month, we’ve had temperatures down to –1 or –2 degrees C at night and plenty of grey days with temperatures struggling to get above 10 degrees. We had one day when 3 was the max. We’ve even had flurries of snow! Although it’s not settling at lower levels, there’s plenty on the mountains – pretty to look at, but making many of the mountain passes decidedly dicey in a front wheel drive van with rather too much weight on her rear end! When the sun does shine at these latitudes, we realise why we are down here. The temperature rapidly climbs to the mid teens and it feels a lot hotter in a sheltered spot. The change always comes as a bit of a shock. We definitely had the best of the weather whilst Clare was visiting; we even managed a swim once (it was flippin’ freezing!), and sat outside enjoying the sunshine on several occasions – I don’t think we’ve done that more than once in the past 3 weeks. Humph.

Stormy day at Nafplio harbour. Fences blown over. Difficult to stand!

Stormy day at Nafplio harbour. Fences blown over. Difficult to stand!

Greece in winter!

Greece in winter!

The view today!

The view today!

The Natural Beauty – beaches, volcanoes, caves

Beaches and Coastline:

There’s miles and miles of beautiful and varied coastline here. A lot of it is rather inaccessible, covered in sparse scrub and pine forest with steep slopes dropping straight into the sea, limited roads and very few paths. There are fewer beaches than you might expect and several of them, especially in the south, have been fenced off as part of private, gated, hotels and resorts – humph! Why is this ‘allowed’? – or perhaps it’s not, we’ve come across several abandoned examples in this small area. Some, perhaps all, we’ve discovered have been illegally constructed in designated ‘natural beauty’ areas. Rumours are that much of the construction is dodgy and concrete rot is also common. Perhaps they are just out-dated and not what people want these days? There doesn’t seem to be any let up with individual ‘villa’ developments.

The area around Portocheli and Kosta, opposite the island of Spetzes in the far south, is particularly rife with this. We have a map with ‘natural beauty areas’ marked on it – worth a visit you’d think? Some of these have been completely destroyed with a quite ridiculous amount of over-development. The natural beauty has been replaced with miles of high stone walls, or fences topped with razor wire! watched over by private security firms. It seems the only reason this area is popular now is because ‘it’s the place to be’, all traces of ‘natural’ beauty are fast being bulldozed and more and more ‘perfect plots’ are being marked out. The roads, as usual, are often still deeply rutted dirt tracks, at ridiculous gradients, with no thought of drainage to stop them washing away, but I suppose if you arrive by boat to your private harbour, or by helicopter, you’re not too bothered about the roads!

…But the sea is beautiful and stunningly clear, even in the harbours, and often turquoise in the changing light. With a bit of searching, we have, found some wonderful beaches. Now if the weather would just behave! loitering and swimming would seem a lot more appealing.

Volcanoes and Hot Springs:

We spent a couple of days on the Methana Peninsula. Methana itself is, or should we say was? a popular spa resort. It seemed a bit run down to us. I don’t think ‘taking the waters’ is so popular these days? The main springs are beneath / behind an impressive classical building, fronted by a lake / pond where the mineral waters are released. It’s shockingly turquoise due to all the minerals reflecting the light, but it doesn’t half ‘niff’. From here the waters are released inter the adjacent marina and to a small public ‘beach’, making the water warm and the smell much more acceptable. With Peter’s aching joints, it seemed like a good idea, but the local fishermen had commandeered the only easy access point – I’m surprised the fish like it. On an unexpectedly warm, sunny day we drove the complete circuit of the Methana Peninsula, which is dotted with volcanoes, some of them still fairly active, hence the hot springs I presume. Most of the roads are narrow (single track), steep and windy. Good job it was quiet, there are very few passing places if we meet anything our size coming the other way. There’s beautiful views all around, and the trees (almonds we think) are just beginning to blossom. We passed through the few houses that make up Kalmeni Chora, narrowly avoiding the only other traffic on the road – a donkey carrying baskets of oranges, and stop by a footpath signposted ‘to the volcano’. It’s a dramatic, chaotic landscape of red crumbly rocks tumbling everywhere, and the views out to other islands, and to Athens in the distance, are spectacular. We climbed right up to the ‘mouth’ – more a deep fissure in the rocks than the ‘traditional crater’. This one hasn’t been active that recently. We’d read of one closer to Methana that made the surrounding rocks hot to the touch but unfortunately never got around to looking for it before leaving the area to escape the forecasted wintry gales. We continued on up into the mountains through a barren, uncultivated landscape, save for a few pockets of olives in sheltered valleys, and down again to the coast. We stopped at Aghias Georgios, a tiny, almost deserted, fishing harbour for the afternoon, before making our way back to Methana harbour for the night.

Caves:

On the 20th February we visited the prehistoric cave of Franchthi, opposite the small fishing village of Kilada. There have been archaeological ‘findings’ here going back to ‘Palaeolithic’ times (30 – 40,000BC –old!). We’re presented with lots of interesting information on the signs – they reckon that sea level here may have been as much as 120m lower when the cave was first inhabited, making the shoreline 7km away, instead of right next to it as it is today. Many of the finds were hence now underwater, but because the cave was so dry and protected, various animal shelters and pens have remained. We also went to the Didyma ‘caves’ which are in fact big, crater-like, holes, of which there are a number in the area. The roofs collapsed thousands of years ago. One of the caves contains two tiny churches. It’s a truly magical (or should that be spiritual?) place. One story we heard was that the craters were created by meteorites, and the churches were built to remind God to keep the stars in the sky!

Ancient sites

There’s so much ‘old stuff’ around here, it’s easy to get overload. Some highlights:

Epidauros / The Sanctuary of Asklepios:

To confuse things, there are 3 Epidauros’ around here. There’s Ancient Epidaurus on the coast, which has various rather unidentifiable archeological remains and has it’s own ‘small theatre’ – impressive in it’s own right, but less so when you’ve seen the ‘Big’ one at Asklipio Epidaurus, which is up in the hills near Ligourio. There’s also Nea Epidaurus, again on the coast and north of Ancient Epidaurus. We visited the ‘Big’ one on 25th January on a dull, chilly day, which in many ways makes it even more dramatic as for most of the time we are the only people on site. Having seen the size of the carpark (big enough for thousands!) we could imagine what it would be like later in the year. It’s a huge place, and the theatre is only a part. It’s one of the best preserved Classical Greek structures existing and the acoustics, as with all these old theatres, are astounding. There are seats for up to 14,000! People. It’s still used for performances in the summer months.

The extensive remains of the Sanctuary of Asklepios were founded in the 6th Centuary BC and was “the most famous centre of healing in the ancient world”. Everything extends over a vast area and is rather overpowering. A few more helpful signs telling us exactly what we were looking at would have been helpful. There’s not much of the hospice / infirmary left, but it’s foundation stones disappear off as far as the eye can see! Then there’s a huge athletics stadium built-in a natural hollow with some of the carved stone seating remaining – big enough for thousands. Both the games in the stadium and the theatrical performances were dedicated to the god Asklepios, one of Apolo’s many sons, as part of his worship. The healings that took place here were considered to be down to his powers in the main. Patients, having received some ‘instruction’ on his powers, were told to sleep and dream of how they would be cured of whatever ailment they had, and then that is what was carried out. There are temples to various other deities, sacrificial and dining halls, what amounts to hotels / boarding houses for visitors, wells, bath houses… It goes on and on! Libraries and a Christian Basilica were added later. Much of it has either been destroyed by earthquakes or ransacked for the building materials for later Christian Basilicas, Islamic Mosques and Venetian fortresses built-in the surrounding areas. Excavation work continues and a program to reconstruct certain parts is underway. What little has been done so far only goes to emphasise the gigantic scale of everything. I was impressed by the extensive scaffolding and lifting gear in place to slowly achieve this – which only serves to emphasise what an incredible feat of engineering was required to build it in the first place without such modern kit! There are also plans, after some more work, to begin to use the athletics stadium again.

Argos:

We visited Argos, primarily for the market (Wednesday and Saturday mornings), but there’s ‘old stuff’ there too, so we thought we’d better have a look. The site is a bit run down and overgrown, which is a shame, but it is free. There’s very little left of the Roman Agora (market place) and the surrounding buildings. Part of the old drainage system was exposed and I dare say it worked better than current Greek drainage! – which is virtually non-existent (we’ve been many places where heavy rain floods the roads, several inches deep, within a few minutes). Opposite is the theatre, not as impressive as many others around this area, until you realise that it is carved out of the hillside in one piece! and not made from individually placed blocks of stone – perfect curves and symmetry, and acoustics as usual. There’s the remains of a Roman ‘Therma’ (thermal bath house) here too and pictures! of all the impressive statues the archaeologists found there – now in a museum somewhere else. Why can’t they put them, in a glass case say, here!? This seems to be common practice though.

Mycenae:

Yet another major archaeological site. This one much, much older. A lot of what’s there dates from a period between the 16th and 12th Centuries BC and there’s evidence of human habitation here going as far back as the 3rd millennium BC – that’s OLD! We visited on a rare sunny day and were able to enjoy the far-reaching views from this hilltop vantage point too. Much of the site, as usual, is just a series of the remains of stone walls, but there are some astounding bits still intact. One way that the remains here differ from those of other periods is the sheer size of the stones used for the walling. They’re massive! Just how was it possible to manoeuvre them into place? One explanation is that they were placed by that infamous one-eyed giant; Cyclopes. As usual again, all the really impressive finds are in the adjacent museum, and there’s a lot of them! This is perhaps the most impressive feature of this place. There are literally hundreds of pots and vases and statuettes, along with coins, parts of tablets containing the earliest examples of ancient scripts and other artefacts. Much of the pottery is either whole or has been reconstructed to look as if it is. And there’s so much of it! And it’s over 3500 years old!

A selection of towns

Ermioni:

We found Ermioni to be one of the most interesting places to spend any time in, down in the south, especially in the winter. So many places are rather depressingly deserted out of season. We visited on a couple of occasions. The first time was market day (Thursday mornings). We bought fresh fish, which is also sold daily, direct from the boats, or from shops in town. We chose bass, one of the few we recognised. They seemed very small, as did several of the other varieties. One stall was selling Red Snappers, which as far as I’m aware are usually big enough for a single fish to make a big portion? that were tiny – you’d want a handful for one portion! We’ve heard that over-fishing is becoming a problem in some places. They won’t help things by catching them that small! Still, they seem plentiful enough around here, we’ve watched the small boats go out for no more than a couple of hours and come back with a box full. There was also loads of fresh veg. There’s not much variety, and everyone is offering the same thing, but you can be sure it’s fresh and local – and we’ve discovered the market stuff lasts a lot longer than the supermarket stuff. There was honey too. Different colours and tastes depending on where the bees have been collecting from. It’s nearly always in litre jars, or bigger. The Greeks love their honey and that too has never travelled very far. We bought ‘Erika’ (heather) honey which is darker and stronger tasting than some – Yum! We went back again and spent a few days there. There’s a few good bakers. There’s more bars and restaurants open than a lot of solely holiday places. There’s an attractive short walk around the wooded point with plenty of benches overlooking the blue, blue sea. There’s ‘old stuff’ out on the point too, but it’s just the foundation stones and it’s all overgrown – see, ‘old-stuff’ overload. The attractive old town makes a fascinating stroll too, perched on top of the hill with the sea in both directions, it’s got impossibly steep ‘streets’, many of them effectively staircases. It still constantly amazes us where the Greeks can get a car – definitely not motorhome friendly! You can catch ferries out to the islands of Hydra and Spetzes, and beyond, from here too. Hydra sounds fascinating; there are no vehicles and transport is predominantly on foot or by donkey. Unfortunately that means staying in one of the expensive hotels if you want to spend any time there – maybe when the weather improves?

Poros:

On the 22nd January, we stayed at Ghalatas, and in the morning took one of the small taxi/ferries across the narrow strip of water to the island of Poros – our first Greek island (well this trip anyway). It’s a very attractive little place, mainly due to it’s setting, and is a popular yachting destination. Even at this time of year, there were plenty of boats around and at least one flotilla company has a fleet here. The front is lined with bars and restaurants, many closed for the season, but several open and busy even mid-week in winter. It’s no doubt buzzing in season. We enjoyed a morning wandering the traditional, ridiculously steep and narrow back streets before catching another taxi-boat back.

Ancient Epidaurus:

We spent 5 nights, in total, staying at Ancient Epidaurus, a quiet (well at least at this time of year) little harbour town. There were just enough locals about to give it some life. We did several long walks from here. Unusually, there’s a marked trail leading out around the wooded rocky promontory, to the lighthouse, and into the next bay. We sat and watched a fishing boat setting his nets in a big arc around the edge of the bay, and then retrieving them – not sure he caught anything? Unfortunately where the path went from there was less than clear. We ended up scrambling up to a goatherd’s place and cutting back across a steep slope, until we found a track leading in the right direction to take us back to the village. On a subsequent day, following the old coast road (a track really only suitable for a 4×4), we discovered an isolated Byzantine church, which was once surrounded by the remains of a monastery. The church, probably down to it’s location, is still in good condition. These are the delights of walking in Greece; you never know what you might find, or, whether a path actually goes anywhere or just peters out and becomes a goat track leading nowhere. Like many places here, Ancient Epidaurus is surrounded by orange and lemon groves, and no more than a short walk is required to procure a few – there are plenty of branches, laden with fruit, hanging enticing over a nearby path J. You can by 10kilos of oranges around here for 3euros – but what are we going to do with that many! An awful lot seem to go to waste, rotting on the ground.

Nafplio:

We’ve mentioned our visit to Nafplio in a previous post (Criss-crossing the Canal) so we’ll try not to repeat what we wrote there. It’s the region’s capital; the only major commercial port in the area; a large modern town, sitting alongside the ancient one. We’ve returned several times. Elaine’s sister Clare, arrived and departed from here for a weeks holiday with us (via a bus from the airport at Athens). It’s a very popular place for a day out at the weekends and the bars and restaurants are lively. There’s a big market here too (Wednesday and Saturday). We’ve been doing our bit to support the local economy and doing as much of our shopping as we can in the markets. There’s also endless free parking next to the harbour here. Supposedly this is where a lot of the agricultural produce of this region is exported from, but the only boats we’ve seen are bringing huge wind turbine parts in from Holland and Germany. They’re all lined up here, awaiting their journey to a nearby ridgeline – there’s quite a few already, and many more, what we can only assume are, prepared clearings and tracks to get them there.

Getting cultural

Sun 1st February – in Napflio, we watch a big procession of people carrying the icon of Saint Anastasus, patron of Napflio, apparently from one church to another (perhaps it goes back again later? We didn’t hang around long enough to discover). There were lot’s of priests and lots of bishops in their finery (struggling to keep their hats on in the gale –what MORE bad weather!), along with the local military, a marching band, and a throng of locals following behind. The Church and it’s calendar remains a big part of life here.

Sun 15th February – We watch, and take part in!, the traditional dancing in Ermioni. It’s part of the Carnival celebrations leading up to Lent and then Easter. On a beautiful, sunny, day – which definitely made a change as it had been pretty grey and miserable for the previous 2 weeks – we set out without having much idea where we’re going. We’d seen a poster on trees and lamp-posts in the vicinity, but, since it was all in Greek lettering, all we’d really understood was the date and the time.. We eventually heard music and followed them round the town. Led by a drummer and a clarinet player, they performed various circular, traditional dances, some with a ‘maypole’. The maypole was much the same as the English variety – well, Spring begins much earlier here! At least we hope so! The main dancers all wore their traditional costumes, and many of the locals were in a variety of fancy dress. We saw a Harlem Globetrotter basket-ball player, a masked Mexican, a ‘Japenese’ lady in her silk kimono, a flower-power hippie etc.etc. As was explained by ‘kimono lady’ (who was actually a teacher from Athens), everybody is expected to join in, and those standing on the sidelines, including Elaine!, are grabbed to take part. The procession moved slowly through the streets, stopping wherever there was a space to dance – the streets are mostly very narrow, and cars just had to wait! ‘Kimono lady’ continued to look after us, supplying us with sweets made from coconut and chocolate and tiny glasses of ‘tsipouro’ – a variety of Greek firewater – to give us ‘the spirit of the dance’. She insisted that tsipouro was good for your health, and a little should be drunk each morning – the dancers were certainly being well supplied as they made their rounds. Enjoyable as it was, after a couple of hours we’d had our fill and wandered off in search of lunch. The diehards were still going well into the afternoon.

On the 21st and 22nd February, it’s the last, and main, weekend of Carnival in these parts, before we head into Lent. We went back to Nafplio, having been told there’d be a good ‘vibe’. There were plenty of people in fancy dress wandering around and sitting in the cafes, and on Saturday evening there was some good live music in the square. There had obviously been something going on there in the afternoon too, but we had unfortunately missed it, having not been able to find any sort of program of events. Sunday was wet and cold, and although we joined the throngs wandering round the old town clutching umbrellas, nothing seemed to be happening except coffee drinking and some private parties in clubs in the early hours (not really our scene). We had expected a parade of satirical floats, but it may well have been rained off – shame! We never found it anyway.

Food and drink:

We always enjoy trying the local food on our travels. Having discovered where and when the markets are, we are now doing most of our shopping there. The fruit and veg. is good and usually sold by those who have picked / harvested it. If you stick to what’s in season, it’s very good value – and if it’s not in season, it’s often not available. There’s usually wine – sold in unmarked plastic 1.5l bottles and local olive oil too. The oil is good, but the wine can be a bit of an ‘aquired taste’ and is often fairly sweet; still at often less than a euro a litre! we’re not complaining too much. The Greeks are fond of their ‘horta’ or wild greens, which come in many varieties. We’re constantly seeing the locals gathering it, but identifying it is a bit more tricky! Elaine especially, likes her foraging, so we keep trying. Choosing it at the market, and knowing what to do with it, is not much easier – we’ve had some horribly bitter experiences. We’re getting into the Greek ‘mountain tea’ too, which is sold in dried bunches – something else we’ve yet to identify correctly in the wild. The Greeks love their Feta cheese; you can tell by the huge containers it is available in , in the supermarkets. We found a local cheese shop in Nafplio where you can buy it very cheaply straight from the barrel. The breakfast of choice, at least in the towns, seems to be a ‘pita’ and a coffee for most of the locals. A ‘pita’ is pie or pastry. There are a great many unidentifiable shapes and types. They’re rarely labelled; you’re supposed to know what’s likely to be available! Our favourite is still ‘Spinakopita’ (Feta cheese and spinach or some other type of wild greens, wrapped in pastry). They’re sold in most bakers and often from special pita and coffee places. We haven’t appreciated the coffees as much; usually sweet, frothy, often cold, served in a plastic beaker with a domed top and drunk through a straw. The locals double and triple park outside these places in the morning to get their ‘fix’, whereupon the coffee remains permanently stuck to the palm of the hand – it seems they are unable to drive without either one of these coffee cups, or a phone in their hands. Then there’s Gyros Pita; a bit like a British kebab, but so much better! They’re served in a twisted cone of paper, so it doesn’t explode all over you, and are stuffed full of either chicken or pork, salad, tzatziki sauce (yoghurt and cucumber), and a few chips! For good measure – yum!

Politics and Money:

We continue to follow the unfolding events in Greek politics and the continuing financial crisis (mainly via a selection of articles at http://www.greekcrisis.net). It’s all been ‘kicking off’ recently, following the recent election of the, often called, ‘radical left’ party ‘Syriza’, led by Alexis Tsipras. After watching the date approach when many economists suggested Greece’s money would run out (we’ve heard that those at the ‘top’ have been rapidly transferring funds abroad in recent weeks), a short extension (4 months) on their Eurozone loans has just been approved to enable them to stay ‘in the system’. Promises such as writing off the country’s debt, raising the minimum wage and rehiring recently laid-off public servants that have won them the votes have either ‘gone by the wayside’ or ‘been put on hold’ depending on your point of view. They are certainly fighting hard not to adhere to the strict austerity measures that the European Central Bank et. al. are trying to impose. Hopefully 4 months will give them time to come up with some viable alternatives! From our point of view, things seem unlikely to change whilst we’re here now, but we’ll continue to make sure we have plenty of cash on us and diesel in the tank so we don’t end up stuck somewhere. If you, like us, support the Greek’s efforts to escape the ridiculous financial system that we all toil under, have a look at Greece Solidarity Campaign: http://www.greecesolidarity.org . They’ve a facebook group too.

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Manoeuvres through the Mountains

A bit of experimenting with style for Blog 17 – tell us what you think. You can click on the pictures to see full size versions …or is it better with the big pictures dividing up the text as previously?

                                                                                                                                                         

We left Camping Finikes on the far South West of the Peloponnese on the 5th Jan 2015 and drove inland, following small winding roads, through isolated villages, and dropped down from the hills to Petralidi Harbour.

Petralidi harbour

Petralidi harbour

a COLD! morning

a COLD! morning

Main square, Petralidi

Main square, Petralidi

What's going on?

What’s going on?

Diving into the icy waters to retrieve the cross

Diving into the icy waters to retrieve the cross

There’s a biting cold wind, but the views across to the snow-capped mountains of ‘The Mani’ are magnificent. We take a brief walk into town and once again take out more euros than we really need, just in case things ‘get interesting’ after the January 25th elections, before beating a hasty retreat, quickly installing Heidi’s insulated windscreen cover and turning the heating up. It’s COLD!

On the 6th Jan we’re woken by NOISY church bells – Good job they stop at night and we’re parked quite a distance away. It’s teeth chatteringly cold outside! It must have been down to freezing over night. It’s colder in the cupboards than in the fridge. It’s a beautiful, clear, sunny day though, as we watch the fishing boats heading out. Just before 11, a crowd begins to form at the water’s edge, over by the church and we head over to see what’s happening..

There’s now a large crowd of people surrounding the priest in his turquoise and gold robes; it’s a wonder he doesn’t end up in the water. From a distance we see a small wooden cross being thrown into the water on the end of a long length of white ribbon. It’s repeated, and on the third throw (presumably that was ‘Father, Son and Holy Spirit’), three young lads (oops, showing my age there!), dive in and race to retrieve it, wearing nothing but swimming trunks. Everybody else is wrapped up in multiple layers, coats, hats and scarves. Are they nuts! It’s absolutely freezing!! A big cheer goes up as the first hand makes contact and it’s returned safely to the priest. The excitement is quickly over and people disperse, but not before they’ve stopped to talk to the priest and, of course, kiss the carved cross hanging from his neck. We sit in the sunny square for a bit, watching as people file by and collect bottles of water from a big tank with lots of small taps on it, set up outside the church.

On the 6th of January, the Roman Catholics and the Protestants celebrate ‘Epthany’; the visit of the 3 kings / wise men, whereas the Greek Orthodox church marks the end of the 12 days of Christmas with the celebration of Theophany – the baptism of Christ by John the Baptist and the beginning of his ministry. (Mathew 3:13-17, Mark 1:9-11). It is considered a more important day than Christmas here. The water that we saw being collected from outside the church is specially blessed by the priest and represents the baptismal waters of the Jordan River.

Snowcapped mountains in the distance

snow-capped mountains in the distance – can you spot Heidi?

It’s too cold to linger long and we retreat back to the van, hot drinks and a book for the rest of the day.

We wake to another stunningly sunny, clear day but Sooo cold! It’s 3! degrees C at 8am. After a bracing walk into the square to get some warm bread from one of the many bakers (must get into the towns early more often; it’s definitely when it all happens), we head for Kalamata and find a good parking spot by a tennis centre on the coast.

Onother ideal spot - Kalamata

Another ideal spot – Kalamata

Playing trains :)

Playing trains 🙂

From here it’s a walk of a couple of kms into the old town, via the docks and the old railway. As with much of the rail system in Greece, it hasn’t been used for years. This one has become a long, thin park of sorts. Several of the old trains and the station are still there, and there’s been some attempt in the past to turn the turntables (this was the end of the line) into ponds and water-features. It’s all in a sorry state now. Presumably, there’s no money for park maintenance either. Kalamata seemed rather ordinary, a bit run-down and tatty with many abandoned buildings. A lot of damage was done in an earthquake in 1989.

 

On Thursday 8th January, we decide it’s been clear and sunny enough for a few days now to attempt the drive up and over the pass (1326m), through the Taygetos Mountains, towards Sparti.

into the mountains

into the mountains

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looking cold!

looking sharp!

looking sharp!

At 750m the ground is pretty much covered by snow and it gets gradually thicker as we continue to climb. Thankfully the road has been cleared and gritted. With front wheel drive and rather too much weight for her little wheels, Heidi really doesn’t do ice and snow! The way down is through the dramatic Langada Gorge with overhanging rocks and tunnels, and lots of big icicles – in danger of being knocked off by Heidi’s roof box. I don’t think a falling icicle is going to do the solar panel any good if it takes a direct hit!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We stopped at Ancient Mystras and visited the ruins of this extensive, fortified Byzantine town, clinging to the side of the hill; yet another really impressive site. There’s lot’s still intact, and churches with ancient frescoes, monasteries and palaces, have been, or are being, restored.

one of a couple of monastries - this one, half built into the rock face

one of a couple of monastries – this one, half built into the rock face

The palace - under renovation

The palace – under renovation

one of the last nuns - and donkey!

one of the last nuns – and donkey!

outside the nun's quarters :)

outside the nun’s quarters 🙂

a steep climb

a steep climb

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ancient frescoes in one of the many churches

votive offerings. we've seen these a few places. ..requests for children, mariage partners, and the healing of various body parts..

votive offerings. we’ve seen these a few places. ..requests for children, marriage partners, and the healing of various body parts..

One of the ex- monasteries is now a convent and is the only place still inhabited; from a distance, we spot a black clad nun leading a donkey up the steep winding tracks. It’s a beautifully crisp, clear day, with far-reaching views across the plains of olives and oranges which surround Sparti, to the next set of snow-covered mountains in the distance. There’s snow and ice underfoot, even here, in the shady corners; wish I’d worn my woolly hat! The sun disappears early in the winter on this east facing slope. By 4pm we’re back in the van, thermal screens in place and heating on. Another freezing night is promised.

Mystras Castle was founded in 1249 by the Frankish Ruler William II de Villehardouin. In 1262, the castle was surrendered to the Byzantines and the fortified city of Mystras gradually emerged around it. It continued to grow and thrive under the Byzantine Despots; the general population engaged in the production of silkworms and the cultivation of olives, vines, citrus fruit and tobacco; much of it exported to Western Europe. Libraries, centres of learning and schools of philosophy were also established. The last Despot, Demetrios Palaiologos, surrendered it to the Turks in 1460. It remained one of the regions most important cities and became the seat of an Ottaman administrative district. Mystras’ decline began in 1770, when it was devastated by the Albanians during the suppression of the widespread Orlov revolutionary movement and in 1834, King Othon founded the modern city of Sparta and most of the inhabitants of Mystras moved to the new city. The last inhabitants, apart from a few nuns at the convent, left in 1953.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ancient Mystras on the slopes high above, leading down to the orange groves below

Ancient Mystras on the slopes high above, leading down to the orange groves below

The next day we stop in central Sparta to visit ‘The Museum of the Olive’  http://www.piop.gr/en/MuseumNetwork/MouseioEliasKaiEllinikouLadiou/ToMouseio.aspx  which is very good and as usual with museums, contains almost too much information. There’s working models of mills and various antique presses. All very informative.

old olive presses in the museum

old olive presses in the museum

Olives have been cultivated in Greece for centuries and their oil dominated all aspects of culture in ancient times. It was, and to a large extent still is, used as a food and food preservative, a lamp fuel, and in cosmetics. It was smeared over the athletes of old before any contest and tonnes of it was often the prize for the winner. It is used in all kinds of rituals and religious practices and still lights the lamps in all the many churches and roadside shrines. It’s the major ingredient in traditional soap (4 parts oil, 4 parts water, 1 part caustic potash = soap).

Olives, once collected (a long and laborious process as we have witnessed), are first crushed to separate the flesh from the stone, then, the flesh is pressed to separate the oil. It is initially thick and cloudy and takes approximately 40 days to fully settle and become clear. Nothing is wasted. The stones are used as a fuel and as animal fodder, and to a large extent ground to produce inferior oil – suitable for frying and used in soap manufacture.

 

Leaving Sparta and heading east, we travel across flat open plains with sparse vegetation and a few scattered farms, later giving way to new plantations of olives, before heading up and over another high mountain pass.

up towards the snow again

up towards the snow again

The village of Kosmos - Heidi's not scared of ice - honest!

The village of Kosmos – Heidi’s not scared of ice – honest!

It’s the only road through these steep, rugged mountains. Again, the snow starts at around 700m and the road quickly reduces to a single car width with banks of snow each side. There are NO passing places suitable for us. Good job there’s no one coming down the other way! The top is 1195m, followed, only slightly lower, by the village of Kosmos, looking very iced up, even in the middle of the day. There are still hundreds of tables set out in the snow-covered square. It’s going to be a long time before people are using them! We continue to follow the incredibly twisty road down into the impressive gorge on the other side and stop beneath a monastery (Panayia Elona Monastery) hanging precariously to the cliff edge above. It’s a stunning spot, under towering rock faces.

Monastery - what a spot!

Panayia Elona Monastery – what a spot!

walking in the dry riverbed below the monastery

walking in the dry riverbed below the monastery

There’s no wind and it’s virtually silent other than the occasional squawk from a raven or the sound of rock-falls; no doubt set off by the foolhardy goats that teeter on the ledges above. The riverbed, below, is dry at this time of year, and on the opposite bank I find an old path leading up towards the monastery. I get about 2/3rds of the way up before turning back as it’s getting dark. There’s virtually no traffic on the road, and at night, none. We’re blessed with a blanket of stars, the only light is from the monastery far above. We’re woken at 8am by the sound of bells, followed by a full hour of singing and chanting echoing off the cliffs from above – magical. We sit out in the sun, reading and listening to the birds twittering, under a cloudless blue sky for much of the day, until the sun disappears behind the mountains. A beautiful place; it’s not hard to see why the monks chose it! We loiter for most of the following day too, before heading onwards, through more wild mountain scenery, down the valley to Leonido.

The narrow streets of Leonido

The narrow streets of Leonido

on the coast near Plaka

on the coast near Plaka

The storm, just before it hit

The storm, just before it hit

Parked up at Leonado under the towering cliffs

Parked up at Leonido under the towering cliffs

setting sun over Leonido

setting sun over Leonido

 

Leonido is in an amazing spot, surrounded by high, almost vertical, orange/brown cliff faces looking spectacular with the setting sun on them.

 

We continue on through and find a layby on the coast road between Plaka and Poulithra. It’s initially warm and sunny, but in no time a storm rolls in and we retreat back to Plaka and find some shelter behind a taverna near the coast-guard station for the night.

In the morning it’s still blowing a ‘hooly’ outside, and we retreat further inland back to Leonido. We liked Leonido; a bustling town with plenty of shops of all kinds and steep, narrow back streets populated by kamikaze moped drivers. It doesn’t matter what age you are here, you can still drive a moped, one-handed, whilst carrying bags of shopping, AND talking on the phone. It’s not uncommon to see the whole family on one of these, often ancient, machines! We stumbled across a traditional bakers using a wood fired oven in one of the back streets – shame we’d just bought bread elsewhere. It was in Leonido that Peter finally plucked up courage to get a haircut; no problem in the end with the amount of English spoken by virtually everybody here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now that the inclement weather has passed, we head back to the coast and spend a couple of nights by the harbour at Poulithra.

Harbourside at

Harbourside at Poulithra

walking through the olive groves in the next bay..

walking through the olive groves in the next bay..

..along the beach to a tiny church

..along the beach to a tiny church

back at home :D

back at home 😀

 

On a beautifully blue, sunny day, we walk from here, along the coast to the next bay, which is virtually deserted apart from a few olive harvesters and a lone fisherman by the isolated church. We return, via a small road, slightly inland. It’s hot in the sunshine as we stop and drink plenty of water and appreciate the stillness. There’s little development here, and it probably isn’t too much different in summer.

Back at Heidi, we sit out reading, slowly moving with the sun, to the end of the harbour quay. There are very few people about here, but a couple of locals working on the boats, smile and wave hello. It’s always nice to be welcomed!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even with the solar panel and the sunny days, we’ve got battery problems again; as we turn up the heating in the morning (electric fan blower). We can’t have the capacity we thought we had. Surely the batteries haven’t deteriorated that much since we bought them? Time to do some driving.

Paralia Astros - lunchstop

Paralio Astros – lunchstop

Kiveri

Kiveri

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We drive north, following the coast road, appreciating the views round every bend; there are a lot of bends! We stop at Paralia Tirou for some bread, and then at Paralio Astros for lunch. Astros / Paralio Astros is a big place, that deserves a bit more time. It’s flat, and would be a good place to explore by bike. We’re on a bit of a schedule though (heading for Napflio to meet Elaine’s sister Clare) so it’ll have to wait ‘till another time. We continue up the coast and spend the night at Kiveri in a perfect spot right on the beach. The weather stays calm and sunny and we give the over-cab bed an airing ready for our visitor, whilst we sit out in the sun reading and making use of some excellent free wifi, before continuing on to Napflio to meet Clare off the bus from Athens..

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                         

 

Finikes Festivities

Out walking in the Olive groves on a perfect sunny day :)

Out walking in the Olive groves on a perfect sunny day 🙂

They're still collecting (even on Christmas day) it's a long job!

They’re still collecting (even on Christmas day) it’s a long job!

A common sight - The Olives heading for the press

A common sight – The Olives heading for the press

                                                                                                                                                 

We last left you outside the abandoned Salandi Beach Hotel, near Kiladha, in the Eastern Peloponnese….

We’re awake a lot of the night listening to the rain and when we look outside in the morning we discover we are parked in a lake! Luckily it’s only a few inches deep and the ground beneath the water is still firm. We make a quick exit!

We’d decided to move on anyway, so having moved to higher ground for breakfast, we begin to retrace our route towards Nafplio, before heading West and South to the bottom of the Westernmost finger of the Peloponnese and a recommended campsite where we hope we’ll spend Christmas and New Year.

We stop to refill the water and have a cuppa at Karathonas Bay again (just south of Nafplio), and are surprised to find most of the same ‘inhabitants’ still there. It’s tempting to stay, but we continue with the plan and travel over the mountains through dramatic scenery and no doubt far-reaching views – if we could see through the clouds and rain! We pass through Tripoli, avoiding the expensive toll motorway, over a high pass (about 750m) and back down to a flat plain covered in olive trees leading towards Kalamata.

Stopping for the night on the beach front, south of Analipsi – a vegetable growing area with lot’s of roadside stalls vying for our attention. A short walk west along the beach reveals another huge abandoned holiday complex (Sias Hotel and Bungalows). The scale is incredible. The bungalows are numbered and I noticed numbers in excess of 800! It’s all in pretty good condition too. I never discovered what the ‘story’ was; perhaps another illegal development? An encounter with the local dogs had me on edge and beating a hasty retreat. Some were on chains, but others came running at me, at speed, from a distance. The usual trick of picking up a stone and making to throw it at them didn’t work this time. I walked backwards for a long time, keeping eye contact with a particularly snarly, drooling specimen, before he gave up. Presumably I was now out of his territory? Scary!

Another perfect spot at

Another perfect spot near Analipsi

a morning walk along the beach..

a morning walk along the beach..

The vertually intact remains of Hotel Sias

The virtually intact remains of Hotel Sias

..and 100's! of bungalows

..and 100’s! of bungalows

Following the coast road south through ‘private beachfront villa land’, we wonder who decides it’s ok for individuals to claim the beach as private and prevent access to the coast by us ‘commoners’? We find a spot for the night at Agios Andreas; a quiet, almost deserted village with a fishing harbour and lot’s of big harbour side   restaurants. The restaurants are all closed up for the season and the weather has turned very grey. We stop in the carpark next to a small abandoned campsite. It’s hard to see why. I’m sure it’s a nice enough place in the season.

another deserted

another deserted seafront place. Harbourside at Agios Andreas

In the morning, the bakers are friendly and we relieve them of some bread and a couple of ‘spinakopitas’ (spinach and cheese pie wrapped in filo pastry – our favourite). Back at the van, we have a visitor. An old man comes to sit on the bench outside the door and stares for a bit. After a bit he comes to the door and wraps his arms around himself showing he’s cold and in sign language asks for clothes. I really haven’t got anything to give him. We’ve pared down our clothes to a minimum as it is. I’m considering whether I should give him something I’d pretty quickly miss, when he asks for food. I give him half the spinakopita we’ve just bought. Perhaps he saw us go to the bakers? His eyes light up in thanks, but before long he’s asking for clothes again, pointing at his jumper, socks and shoes. As we leave he smiles and waves and I’m left wondering whether I should consider buying something to give in the future? The same goes for food. We’ve been approached and asked a few times (this was the first in Greece though) and I always regret not having something to easily give to someone who seems genuinely in need. We don’t consider ourselves rich, but these things are all relative. How must we appear in our obviously expensive van? Who’s to know it’s our only home and transport and one of the reasons we live like this is it’s the cheapest way we’ve found?

Taking the ‘scenic’ route, we follow increasingly narrow roads with no passing places and come to a stop in someones ‘drive’. It’s a track between red mud cliffs and there’s nowhere to turn a Heidi around. After a slow and tense reverse, we eventually manage to turn in a gateway and thankfully don’t meet anybody. For anybody following in our footsteps, don’t try taking what looks like the beach road at Vounaria! We escape and end up in Koroni on the point. There are signs as we enter the village showing no busses, lorries, caravans, campers etc. The only available carpark for us is chained off so we continue. I hope it’s not going to be one of ‘those’ days…. Luckily we don’t meet anybody on the single track road between the houses. There really does seem to be only one way in here. We ignore the Sat-Navs suggestion, which turns out to be a stepped! footpath and make it down to the harbour and plenty of parking – at this time of year anyway.

Harborside at Karoni

Harborside at Karoni

looking up to Karoni castle. The weather prevented an exploration. Maybe next time..

looking up to Karoni castle. The weather prevented an exploration. Maybe next time..

Koroni’s an attractive up-market little place. They’re putting up the Christmas decorations in all the cafes and there’s still enough locals around to give the place some life. The weather, however, has gone from bad to worse and we move back from the front to avoid the worst of the approaching storm and don’t leave the van. It rains hard, all night.

It’s still raining in the morning as we head towards Camping Finikes just beyond Finikounda. There are several long-term residents and we decide it’ll do. There are very few alternatives anyway.

Camping Finikes (Friday 12th Dec – Mon 4th Jan):

At this time of year, reception is closed up and there’s a note on the door saying speak to Rod on pitch 1A. Rod is English and has run things for the owners over the winter in exchange for his pitch for the past 6 years – not such a great deal, we decided, especially considering all the gardening and tree maintenance work he does. He looks after the chickens too; meaning an easy supply of fresh eggs whilst we’re here.

The campsite is unfortunately a bit dark and dreary under all the trees and artificial shade made from palm fronds supported on metal ‘pergodas’. It may well be necessary in the summer heat, but it’s not great at this time of year. Thankfully we manage to get a spot on the front line which is somewhat open and we can see the sea across a narrow stretch of sand-dunes.

The beach on our doorstep

The beach on our doorstep

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We settle in and meet the neighbours. We’ve got German couples both sides of us. Both have been coming here for years and stay all winter. There are more Germans, some of whom live in Hungary, confusing us with their Hungarian number plates. There’s also French, Dutch and later a couple more English and an Austrian. Oh, and a Norwegian, who is actually another German in disguise. Quite a multi-national community, the majority of whom speak good English – luckily for us!

The surrounding area is dotted with empty holiday villas and even the town is virtually deserted at this time of year. It feels a bit odd living in our isolated expat world with virtually no local contact. We don’t even see them much of the time.

There’s a wonderful beach, great for swimming, only a minute from our door. We swim a few times whilst we’re there (Christmas day – check), but really it’s too cold to stay in for long.
We get out walking and cycling a few times whilst we’re here. We cycle to Methoni several times. 3 long slow hills both ways – must get some training in! The other way is worse. The town is disappointingly empty of people. Oops, it’s siesta time again. We’re not very good at getting up and out in the morning, and by the time we’ve got anywhere it’s often lunchtime and shops are beginning to shut up, and any people there are about, disappear indoors. After siesta, 4 – 5pm, it’s definitely time to be heading home and hiding from the plummeting temperatures at this time of year, so we’ve been missing the action. We visit the fort/castle on a particularly beautiful sunny day. It was started by the Venetians, around the 14th century, as much has around the coasts of Greece it seems. It was subsequently completed and improved by the Ottomans before the Venetians managed to take it back.
It once housed the whole town and is mostly in ruins and overgrown now. There’s an interesting mix of Turkish and Christian architecture. We spot both the ruins of Turkish bath houses, with their domed roofs and a multitude of light / ventilation openings (I always wonder if they’re designed to look like stars?). There’s an intact Othodox Christian church, though the roof ‘s been leaking badly and, under restoration, what looks like a more Catholic Christian church. Wandering through the overgrown remains of past centuries, we pick wild baby leeks which are growing everywhere and some lemon sage. There’s a couple of locals picking stuff too. There’s been gardens and cultivation here for centuries, so there’s bound to be some interesting bounty remaining.

3 big hills, Oh and a ford to get to Methoni

3 big hills, Oh and a ford to get to Methoni

inside the extensive fortress

inside the extensive fortress; the remainsof building styles spanning many centuries

The remains of the 'stary' roofs in the turkish style bath houses

The remains of the ‘stary’ roofs in the turkish style bath houses

an Ottoman addition

The lighthouse / prison / lookout / ultimate retreat point on the islet beyond the castle – it made a good lunch spot for us.

wild leeks  in the grounds

wild leeks in the grounds

Mmm tasty

Mmm tasty

A drive out to Pylos, a little up the west coast, reveals ‘Divari Lagoon’ just to the north. It’s home to migrating birds including Flamingos, Black Winged Stilts and others. We ‘daringly’ spend a night away from the campsite here, and walk to Paleokastro castle the following day. The route out the opposite side of the castle has to be seen to be believed! It goes almost vertically downwards, with much use of dodgy improvised steps and handrails, to the stunning perfect horseshoe cove beyond. It’s a good job we found the alternative route back or Elaine might still be there; having flatly refused to return by the same route. We spend a beautifully quiet night in this isolated spot and wonder why we’re staying at a campsite? Heading back into Pylos the following day, we find a busy ‘proper’ town where the locals live, as opposed to deserted ‘holiday land’ where we are. We shop here just before Christmas and everything seems very festive and people are wishing each other “Kala Christougenna” (Merry Xmas). It’s tempting to stay parked up there by the harbour.

a perfect 'Heidi spot'

a perfect ‘Heidi spot’

Looking down from Paleokastro to the perfect curve of Voidokilid beach

Looking down from Paleokastro to the perfect curve of Voidokilid beach

made it!

made it!

The weather is very mixed. We do have some warm sunshine and occasionally even get the shorts out, but we also have days and days of rain and cold, meaning we hibernate in the van and don’t manage to get out and speak to people as much as we’d like. We meet ‘the famous’ Barry and Margaret from MagBaz travels: http://www.magbaztravels.com and spend an enjoyable afternoon getting to know them over a glass of wine. Barry and Margaret have been travelling in various combinations of motorhome, van and caravan and of course bicycle for more than 20 years. If you’ve got similar plans, do have a look at their website; you won’t be disappointed! We also met Ian and Judit: http://www.bessyonthemove.weebly.com whos website has been another source of useful information to us. Much as we enjoyed their very spacious van, I don’t fancy driving 7.6! metres around some of the places we’ve been.

Thanks to the Campsite’s free internet and various bits of software, we manage to get English TV and radio over Christmas, reminding us of home. It’s a bit of a grey day, but we still get out on the bikes for a bit of fresh air, before returning to Christmas Dinner chez Heidi – a bit of a challenge with no oven!

Pre - eating excercise

Pre – eating exercise

Yumm!

Yumm!

Shortly before the new year, our friend Lilli from Germany: http://www.lillis-world.com who we met at Camping Hellas in the Pelion back at the beginning of November, turns up to meet us again and we spend more time getting to know her, sharing food and drinks, and generally hiding from the grotty weather. Thankfully she’s found some more professional help to repair her van, the roof rack, and ladder.

Lilli joins us over New Year. Look at Heidi's Christmas lights - aren't we posh :)

Lilli joins us over New Year. Look at Heidi’s Christmas lights – aren’t we posh 🙂

On New Years Eve, we get access to the usually closed campsite bar and manage to have a ‘bit of a do’. Ralph, one of the German’s who is staying here all winter, organises a game of darts for everyone. We divide into two teams and play several rounds of ‘cricket’, which reminds me of my time growing up in Holland, where it was also popular. We make some mulled wine to share and various food appears. We have a good evening and finally get round to meeting just about everyone on the site. At least half the conversation is in German, which I can occasionally catch the gist of, and reminds me that perhaps I should concentrate on trying to learn German rather than Greek – it’d probably be more useful. It’s a shame the bar or some other communal area wasn’t open and used more often, it would’ve made the whole ‘campsite experience’ more enjoyable. In winter, when everybody spends a lot of time in their vans, we don’t find it easy to go and knock on someone’s door and say hello. We’ll just have to try harder I suppose.

On Monday 5th January, with the bill constantly rising, we decide it’s time to move on. ‘Campsite life’ has been an experience. We’ve met some interesting people, thoroughly recharged Heidi’s batteries (this is the longest, by far, that we’ve ever been plugged into the mains.) and made good use of the almost limitless free internet. Just as we’re leaving, several more people arrive, including another ‘youngish’ English couple touring for a year. It would be nice to have met them, but preferably in ‘the real world’, which this isolated campsite feels very removed from – Time to hit the road.

                                                                                                                                                            

We’ll finish with a few thoughts / observations about the current Greek economic / political crisis. We find ourselves in ‘interesting’ times..

Follow the emerging story here: http://www.greekcrisis.net

In December the current Parliament (it’s a coalition) failed to agree on a new president, which has resulted in the need for a national election – due to take place on January 25th. It seems likely that the leftist Syriza party, led by Alexis Tsipras is likely to win and if we were voting, we think we’d join his followers.

Initially it seemed that a Syriza win would almost certainly trigger a Greek exit from the euro. When we first heard, with thoughts of ‘a run on the banks’, so often predicted in the past, we decided it would be wise to withdraw enough cash to at least get us out of the country if everything went pear-shaped. Speeking to others at the campsite, it seemed everybody had had the same thought and it was somewhat nervously that I punched the numbers into the cash-machine. As it turns out, the Greeks don’t apear to be overly worried. The cashpoints and banks apear to be working normally, and there’s no queues as we’d feared. The latest news has Tsipras promising not to default on loans AND to get rid of the hated austerity measures currently in place and start spending on public services again. One wonders how that is possible?!

As we talked with other Europeans at the campsite, it was intresting to note that everyone we spoke to thought that the euro has to ultimately crash, and it might as well be sooner rather than later. The general opinion was that the European Union wasn’t working. A German, now living in Norway with his Norwegian wife, called himself a German Refugee from the European Union. An English-Hungarian partnership told us how difficult it had become to run a small business from Hungary once they joined the EU. The negative opinions continued…

We’ll wait and see…

 

Criss-Crossing the Canal

colourful fishing boats at Agia Kiriaki

colourful fishing boats at Agia Kiriaki

 

It’s Wednesday 19th November and time to leave the Pelion Peninsula behind. We leave Ag. Kiriaki on the Pelion’s most Southerly point and head back towards Volos. We stop at Milina to buy some fresh bread, veg and some local honey. In the bakery we are tempted by a Spanakopita (spinach and feta pie made with file pastry) for our brunch, which we enjoy with a cuppa, whilst making use of the towns free WiFi and listening to the rain drumming on Heidi’s roof.

The rainstorm starts to ease as we head to our night-stop and the skies continue to clear from the West, and by the time we park on the seafront at Nea Archialos, it is so clear we can see can islands and mountains, that we’ve not seen before. The only downside to our chosen spot is that it’s right next a military airbase, the jets make Heidi shake as they take-off and land. Thankfully they stopped about seven in the evening and didn’t start up again until eight the next morning.

The day dawns sunny and clear, so we decide to take the slightly longer and virtually toll-free mountain route towards Delphi.

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The road winds up and down a series of mountain passes, in between which, at about 500m are large flat plains. These are a cultivated patchwork of fields, where they grow cotton in the summer and grains in the autumn and winter. We pass through Farsala, which is where much of the cotton in the area is processed. On the edge of the town there’s a large area of shacks and shelters made of plastic sheeting; a ‘shanti town’ where it appears the immigrant and Roma agricultural workers live. Nobody in these places looks Greek. As we continued South on route E65 towards Lamia and then Amfissa we pass an abandoned garage; home to another Roma family. There’s a water supply and they’re doing the washing; slapping it against the concrete forecourt and hanging it up on strings between the old petrol pumps. We see several more of the semi-permanent, plastic sheet and corrugated iron, settlements. It looks like a pretty desperate existence. There can’t be any work for much of the year.

We park up for the day 4kms below Delphi, it’s 3 o’clock and the ancient sites have already closed for the day. From our vantage point we have fabulous views across the valley, to the Gulf of Corinth and to the Mountains of the Peloponnese beyond. In the valley is Greece’s largest continuous olive grove, which stretches all the down to the coastal town of Itea.

We like a view!

Heidi likes a view!

looking down over the largest continuous olive grove in Greece. The town of Itea, and the mountains of the Peloponnese in the distance.

looking down over the largest continuous olive grove in Greece. The town of Itea, and the mountains of the Peloponnese in the distance.

...and a little later :)

…and a little later 🙂

In the morning, a beautiful clear, blue, windless day, it’s off to Ancient Delphi. It’s in a great location, about 500m above sea level, perched on the steep slopes of Mt. Parnassos, looking down to a valley of olive and cypress trees. We’re there early, and it’s quiet, the song of an ‘Orphean Warbler’ is the only sound that breaks the stillness and silence of the place. It is not hard to understand why this place was of such spiritual importance to the Ancient Greeks.

taking in the view at Ancient Delphi

taking in the view at Ancient Delphi

Delphi:

Artists impression of Ancient Delphi

Artists impression of Ancient Delphi

Although the height of Delphi’s importance was in the 6th century BC, the tradition of an oracle at Delphi goes back to as early as 1400BC.

Delphi centres around a temple to the god Apollo and the ‘Sacred Way’ leading up to it. The Sacred Way would have been lined with statues and ‘treasuries’ , housing the votive offerings from grateful cities / states, for the oracle’s / Apollo’s advice. Much has been removed to the museum alongside and elsewhere, which seems a shame, but I suppose it would have just deteriorated otherwise.

Greek mythology has it that , Zeus released two eagles at the opposite ends of the world and Delphi was the point where the two eagles met, so he marked the spot by throwing down the omphalos(navel), a dome-shaped stone to mark the centre of the Earth. It is also the spot where Apollo is supposed to have killed a dragon or python which fell into an opening or crack in the rocks and slowly decomposed emitting noxious fumes.

The Oracle, or seer, would sit in this spot and breath in the intoxicating vapours, fall into a trance allowing Apollo to possess her spirit, and in this state she prophesied and ‘advised’ about the future outcome of battles etc. to pilgrims; kings and rulers from all over the ancient world. (It was probably just a hot spring, but lets not ruin the story)

The earliest oracles were young women who had a habit of running off with their advice seeking pilgrims leaving the position vacant, hence it became the custom for the appointed seer to be at least 50 years of age.

Other sources say that, in fact, Delphi became a great centre of learning. There were as many as 50 priests officiating at the temple. It was they who would ‘receive’ the oracles vision, for apparently it was garbled nonsense anyway, and ‘translate’ it. Their knowledge and understanding of the world was obviously in no small part due to the number and variety of pilgrims from far and wide, who would of course bring knowledge with them from whence they had come.

The Omphalos or 'Navel Stone' marking the centre of the Earth

The Omphalos or ‘Navel Stone’ marking the centre of the Earth

'The Treasury of the Athenians' - One of what would have been many, alongside 'The Sacred Way'

‘The Treasury of the Athenians’ – One of what would have been many, alongside ‘The Sacred Way’

The whiter bits have been replaced. The rest is original

The whiter bits have been replaced. The rest is original

although much of the site is in ruins, the precision craftmanship of the construction is in evidence everywhere.

although much of the site is in ruins, the precision craftmanship of the construction is in evidence everywhere.

no mortar needed - each stone is acurately cut with pegs and corresponding holes / slots to recieve them. All cut by hand with a hammer and chisel - amazing!

no mortar needed – each stone is accurately cut with pegs and corresponding holes / slots to receive them. All cut by hand with a hammer and chisel – amazing!

The reconstructed facade from the Temple of Apollo in the museum

The reconstructed facade from the Temple of Apollo in the museum

What it would have been like

What it would have been like

admitedly, not much left, but you can really get an idea of the collossal scale

admittedly, not much left, but you can really get an idea of the colossal scale

The Sanctury of Athena

The Sanctuary of Athena Pronaia in the valley below.

We spend much of the day exploring Delphi, the extensive museum, and the ‘Gymnasium’ and ‘Sanctury of Athena Pronea’ in the valley below, before heading down to Itea, on the coast, for the night and park-up next to a semi-deserted marina. There’s plenty of boats, but power and water has been removed and the reception building and facilities look permanently closed. The weather remains sunny and warm and we spend 4 days in this pleasant spot. It’s nice to be in a place that’s not all shut up for the winter, and has a permanent year round community. There’s a good bakery just across the road and the local small fishing boats moor up by the quay a few yards away to sell their catch direct to the waiting public. As we take a promenade along the front late Sunday morning, the tables outside the bars are filled with people enjoying a glass of ouzo or wine with and a plate of meze in the winter sun.

Harbourside at Itea

Harbourside at Itea

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On Tuesday 25th November we drive up into the hills and then along the dramatic coast road to just before the village of Aghia Solira where we find a bit of rough ground off the road for a quiet night stop. The next morning we drive via Pissia and Perahora down to Lake Vouliagmenis. We park next to a closed Taverna overlooking the lake in the surprising company of 2 other vans. One huge German truck the size of a coach and a more ordinary looking French one. We’ve seen very few fellow travellers around recently. We’d expected more. By lunchtime wind and rain have set in again so it’s time to hibernate with a book and cups of tea.

along the coast road, heading west towards

along the coast road, heading west towards Aghia Solira – Beware rockfalls!

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If he can get up here, so can we - heading through the hills towards Pissia

If he can get up here, so can we – heading through the hills towards Pissia

I'm sure it's a lovely spot in the sunshine!

I’m sure it’s a lovely spot in the sunshine!

On Wednesday we drive to the end of the headland to the ‘Heraion of Perachora’ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heraion_of_Perachora . More ‘old stuff’. It was less impressive than we’d hoped (having been rather spoiled by Delphi. There were supposed to be underground cisterns to explore. We took the torch, but never found them.

looking down on

looking down on the Heraion of Perachora

not much left to see.

not much left to see.

The tiny church on the site was interesting in that it had icons representing far more numerous saints than usual. Presumably down to the variety of visitors from far and wide in the past bringing their favoured icons with them?

The tiny church on the site was interesting in that it had icons representing far more numerous saints than usual. Presumably down to the variety of visitors from far and wide in the past bringing their favoured icons with them?

From the lighthouse on the point, we can see over to Corinth and into the entrance of the canal in the distance. On a sunny day with a light breeze, this would be a beautiful spot, but once again by lunchtime the sun goes and the rain arrives; so back home to soup, tea and toast.

On Thursday morning we head for the Corinth Canal, and drive over a small wooden bridge on the West end of the Canal. There’s a sign saying 3 tonne weight limit which surely can’t apply to us? We ‘make like a Greek’ and ignore it (we’re only a little over 3 tonne) By the time we reached the Eastern most bridge on the Canal we have managed to drive across the canal three times and walk across four times. It’s a very impressive bit of engineering.

The Corinth Canal:

Constructed from 1881 to 1893 with help from Hungarian engineers, the canal is 6343m long, 8m deep, 24.6m wide at sea level and 21m wide at the bottom. The walls standing 79m high from sea level are inclined at between 71 and 77 degrees. There are approximately 12500 trips through the canal annually, saving the alternative of 132 miles around the bottom of the Peloponnese, a passage renowned for rough seas. In times gone by the Ancient Greeks would drag their boats, including the huge Triremes , their famous rowing war ships, overland across this route on a paved track; the ‘Diolkos’

very little is left of the

very little is left of the diolkos today..

..but it's replacement is spectacular

..but it’s replacement is spectacular

steady on the helm!

steady on the helm!

oh, shame, closed for the season. I don't think so!!

oh, shame, closed for the season :p

By early afternoon the mist and cloud begins to roll in from the South East and after a brief visit to a very strange and down-market Carrefour (where we buy Heidi some Christmas lights to brighten up the grey days) we drive up to Acrocorinth in the clouds. There are supposed to be amazing views from up here but the cloud is so thick we can hardly see across the car-park. Time to put Heidi’s duvet on and hibernate for the night.

Apparently there's great views from this spot!!

Apparently there’s great views from this spot!!

In the morning we can see a bit more but the low cloud is still floating around. We set off to explore the castle / fortress. This fortified town was where the people of Ancient Corinth escaped when there were under attack from pirates or invading armies. Many people would have had houses both down in the town and up in the fortress. It’s an extensive place, with the remains of as many as 6 churches and 4 mosques, revealing it’s tumultuous history. It’s hard to see how anybody could have got in uninvited. There are 3 sets of fortified walls to get by, and that’s from the most accessible side, it’s mostly vertical cliff faces! Next it’s down to the modern village of ‘Ancient Corinth’ surrounding the extensive remains of the old town. We don’t pay the 6 euros per person to visit the site as we feel we can see plenty from a walk round the boundary fences. (The continuing effects of ‘Old stuff Overdose’)

There's a castle up there somewhere..

There’s a castle up there somewhere..

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The extensive remains of Ancient Corinth

The extensive remains of Ancient Corinth in the valley below

Agrocorinth shrouded in cloud on the hill behind

Agrocorinth shrouded in cloud on the hill behind

More info on Ancient Corinth here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ancient_Corinth

In the afternoon we drive South to the former capital of Greece; the ancient fortress town of Nafplio. We pass through miles and miles of orange orchards. The trees look very ‘cheerful’ with their brightly coloured fruit, even on a dull day. The oranges look like christmas tree baubles. Each orchard has it’s own mini wind turbine, which is switched on when there is a threat of frost. The turbines produce enough air turbulence to prevent any cold still air producing frost on the trees and damaging the crop.

Our database shows that we can stop next to the port at Nafplio, but it’s pretty busy with lots cars and lorries parked up so we head through the old town to a small car park behind the castle walls which is much quieter. From here there’s a coastal paths in both directions, which is popular with walkers and joggers, and the beach below is popular with local swimmers even at this time of the year.

On Sunday morning we walk along the coastal path underneath the castles walls to the old harbour and down the narrow streets into the main square in the old town. The cafes are busy and we join the scene and watch the world go by.Our attention is drawn to large numbers of police with riot gear lining the edge of the square, and also the presence of high-ranking police officers outside the Town Hall; hello, hello what’s going on here then? We finally give up waiting for whatever may or may not be happening and just as we leave the café we hear and then see a small military band march in and then out of the square. A few minutes later there is the thunderous roar of military jets overhead. An air display we think, but because of the narrow streets it’s hard to spot the planes overhead. We ask a local shop owner – what’s occurin?

Apparently on 30th November 1821, the Turks were permanently ousted from the Palamidi Castle in Nafplio. As part of the celebrations this year, the regional governor of the Pelopennese region, was being ‘given the key to the city’ by the Mayor. Hence all the ‘security’ and we guessed by the silent ‘poster’ protest in an adjacent square the potential for some to show their continued discontent with the current government.

Palamidi Castle

Palamidi Castle

Nafplio:

During the Greek War of Independence, Nafplio was a major Ottoman Turk stronghold and was besieged for more than a year. The town finally surrendered because of starvation. After it’s capture, and because of it’s strong fortifications, it became the seat of the provisional government of Greece. It was made the official capital of Greece in 1829 by Count Ioannis Kapodistrias, the first head of state of newly liberated Greece, and remained so until 1834 when the then King, King Otto, having established the new ‘Kingdom of Greece’, decided to move the capital to Athens.

coastal path into Nafplio

coastal path into Nafplio

The attractive streets of Nafplio

The attractive streets of Nafplio

Worry Bead shop. Everybody's got them (men only) - can't say I feel the urge

One of many Worry Bead shop. Everybody’s got them (men only?) – can’t say I feel the urge

somethings 'going down'

somethings ‘going down’ – they don’t look very nervous though?

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One of many 'interesting' posters on display.  From left to right: Papendreou (Greek Prime Minister 2009-2011), Ms. Merkel, Samaras (Current Prime Minister 2012 - present), Papedemos (Prime Minister 2011-2012, Former head of the Bank of Greece). Perhaps representative of a substantial portion of opinion??

One of many ‘interesting’ posters on display.
From left to right: Papendreou (Greek Prime Minister 2009-2011), Ms. Merkel, Samaras (Current Prime Minister 2012 – present), Papedemos (Prime Minister 2011-2012, Former head of the Bank of Greece).
Perhaps representative of a substantial portion of opinion??

On Monday 1st December we drove the 6km around the coast to the next beach, which turns out to be a very nice and popular ‘free camping’ spot. There were eight other vans there of various nationalities, more than we’ve seen in a single spot since Austria. There’s all we need; a water tap, a place to empty the loo tank, a sandy beach and a relatively easy walk or cycle back along the coast path into Nafplio. We only stayed a couple of nights, but this is one of the few places in Greece so far we felt we could stay for a considerably length of time. We’ll be back!!

Neighbours! for a change

Neighbours! for a change

...some of them more interesting than others! Look closely. Not sure it's Heidi's style? It's owners both wore dungarees to 'complete the image.

…some of them more interesting than others! Look closely. Not sure it’s Heidi’s style? It’s owners both wore dungarees to ‘complete the image.

The small nearby church. They're always in the most beautiful locations

The small nearby church. They’re always in the most beautiful locations

Feeling the need to explore further, we travel about 20km West along the coast to Iria Beach and check out the Iria Beach Campsite. The area is flat and the beach is not as nice as the one we’ve just left behind. The campsite is alright, but the washing machine wasn’t working properly and the wifi, which is no longer free as advertised, was hopelessly slow. There are also swarms of nasty bitey midges! There are quite a few Germans and Austrian over wintering with touring caravans, and we’ve been thinking of looking for a suitable site for us to stay for up to a month over Christmas and New Year, but this isn’t it!

After a couple of days we can stand the midges no longer. It’s the only place we’ve been so far in Greece where they’ve really been a problem. So we continue our journey down this peninsula to a likely looking spot at Salandi or Saladiou Bay. We park next to the wide pebbly beach; a very quiet and isolated spot. We stay and ‘be’ for a couple of days, taking long walks and swimming every day. It’s cold in the water but we haven’t succumbed to wetsuits – yet. There’s a huge derelict hotel and bungalow park set back in the trees behind the beach, complete with swimming pools, beach bars, tennis courts, mini-golf and even an open air theatre. By the look of it, and the advertising brochures still behind the reception desk!, it was probably constructed in the 70’s. There’s an abandoned pile of telephone directories dated 1999 by the door, so it was probably still in use then. A bit of ‘Google-ing’ reveals that it was constructed illegally in this area designated for the preservation of the traditional landscape. It’s hard to see though, unless it’s actually demolished, what difference has been made by abandoning it, especially with much of the adjacent coast divided up into plots that are for sale for more modern holiday villas? Still it leaves a perfect free camping spot, that no one is likely to change for some time – ideal for us.

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note the date -

note the date – not bad for the 6th of December

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seems a waste..

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Goatherds and shepherds bring their animals passed daily to graze on the newly sprouting winter grass, providing some entertainment. We still find this a surprising sight, knowing how unruly British sheep can be. The shepherd, seemingly with little effort, keeps the flock together with a few shrill cries. There’s usually a dog or two, but they certainly don’t have to run round their flock like their British counterparts, and when it is time to move on, the shepherd gets up from his rock or tree stump where he has been resting and all the flock move with him; no stragglers or thoughts of running off in the other direction. Amazing.

morning entertainment..

morning entertainment..

We like this peninsula; there’s plenty more to see here, but we’ve decided to head off and look for a suitable campsite to stop for a while. So it’s time to retrace our steps (or should that be our tracks?) back towards Nafplio and then head West and South.

See you soon.

Peter and Elaine

 

 

 

Puppies, Pelion – Pame!

'a beachcomer's rainbow' :D

‘a beachcomber’s rainbow’ 😀

(‘Pame’  or ‘πάμε‘ in the title means ‘we go’ or ‘let’s go’ in Greek – multilingual alliteration, hope you’re impressed!)

Friday 24th October – we leave Kavala. The Forecast is dire and the wind is already increasing. We follow the coast road hoping it’ll be somewhat more sheltered ‘round the corner’. We drop anchor at Paralia Ofrinou. Oops, wrong terminology, but having looked at the likely wind direction, my sailor’s mind has found us a good spot. The rain is still heavy and continues to be all night, all day, and all the next night. We’re joined later by a huge 4×4 ‘adventure truck’ (French) – Not jealous, honest, but I hate to think how much it costs to run! We obviously did a good job of hiding from the weather, with all our blackout blinds in place; in the morning we’re visited by the French to check we’re ok, a nice touch, before they continue their journey to Turkey. Other than a brief visit to the roof box to retrieve Heidi’s winter ‘duvet’ (The insulated silver screen cover for her windscreen) we don’t venture out. It’s horrible out there and the heating stays on all day. We realise it must be winter in the evening, when the lights go out and all the power cuts out. That hasn’t happened since last winter when we were in Pembrokeshire with short grey days and no sunshine. We run the engine for an hour to charge our batteries and start monitoring our power use more carefully.

Heidi’s got quite a sophisticated power system. Other than the engine start battery, we have 3 more ‘leisure’ batteries for lights and power totalling 330 amps. We have a solar panel on the roof and when the sun shines this is normally sufficient to give us enough power for days on end without resorting to running the engine. We have a complicated battery monitoring system that should tell us exactly what state the batteries are in and how long we can continue doing whatever we’re doing without charging them. Unfortunately, it’s brain thinks it is cleverer than mine (it’s probably right there). I’ve made a few changes to the settings, which will hopefully help. We really should have plenty of power, but running the computer, and the heating fan, and the lights all day doesn’t help!

Hiding from the storm

Hiding from the storm

The cold grey days continue. We take a few, brief, cold, windswept walks along the beach and make a lentil and vegetable soup to keep us warm. On the third day, the sky is slightly brighter and it’s only drizzling lightly so we move on. We stop again at Stavros – maybe that’s a cause for a little jig in tribute to Stavros Flatley? Remember this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7gHvATmUsSg

We stay here a couple of days at a beach carpark just out-of-town. It’s very quiet and we ‘hibernate’. A little bit of brightness encourages me to get the bikes off the back for the first time in ages (don’t think we’ve used them since Hungary?). After a much-needed clean and oil, we set off into town. Most of it turns out to be yet another dead holiday resort with very few people about; those that are; are clearing up after the storms. A lot of the roads are still flooded (there’s no proper drainage) and there’s sand and debris all over the beach road and on the terraces of the beachfront tavernas.

We drive up into the hills for a change of scene, but the clouds are still low and visibility is down to a few yards up high. It’s thickly forested and we pass piles of logs and the odd timber yard and isolated farm. We come round one bend to discover free-range pigs in the road! The lead pig has a bell round its neck like the goats and cows do. We’ve not seen that before. Down at sea level again, it’s hardly clearer. Most of the dirt roads are washed out, with deep gulleys down the middle of them and rocks and sand spewing out across the main road. Heidi’s not too good in the mud and we can’t reach our intended destination and end up sheltering behind a sports hall for the night. We finally wake to a bright sunny morning and our walk along the beach shows quite what a storm they’ve had here.

BIG tree trunks washed up on the beach after the storms

BIG tree trunks washed up on the beach after the storms

Back at Heidi we have visitors:

PUPPIES!

PUPPIES!

Puppy Puzzles

Puppy Puzzles

Look how TINY! Heidi's wheels are not much bigger than the average car's

Look how TINY! Heidi’s wheels are not much bigger than the average car’s

They’re so clingy and under-foot that Elaine has to distract them out from under the wheels whilst I drive off and then run to get in whilst we escape before they can reach us. Whilst we were there, someone did come to feed them, but you wonder how they will survive when they’re no longer cute. The wild dogs here in Greece continue to be a problem and can occasionally be quite unnerving with their closeness.

All 4 together - preparing our 'escape'

All 4 together – preparing our ‘escape’

We’re approaching ‘the three fingers of Greece’ or Halkidiki

The 'Three Fingers' of Greece

The ‘Three Fingers’ of Greece

We miss out the first ‘finger’, Athos and stop for lunch at the small fishing village of Pirghadhikia. The water’s crystal clear and almost calm.

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The Eastern Finger of Halkidiki, Athos, is mostly inaccessible, comprising the isolated Mt Athos monastic community, a ‘semi autonomous monastic republic’ following the Julian (Byzantine) calendar. There are 20! working monasteries and roughly 1600 monks living on the peninsula. It is only accessible by boat (no land entry allowed – and you’d have a job; its densely forested at the northern end and very mountainous). And it’s open only to male pilgrims. Apocryphal legends say that the Virgin Mary visited Athos and blessed it; the Holy Mt. Athos (2033m) is considered the ‘Garden of the Virgin’ and is dedicated exclusively to her; there’s no room for other women though they are allowed to look from a boat at a distance. In 1060 entry was barred for women, female domestic animals, beardless persons and eunuchs. Women are still banned, but hens are tolerated for their eggs, beards are no longer mandatory and eunuchs are not readily available! Although frustrated Eurocrats in Brussels have contested this prohibition, they’ve proved no match for 1000years of tradition and the gold-sealed decrees of the Byzantine emperors. We’d originally planned to take a boat trip around the coast, but we’re too late in the season and it’s not so appealing with most of the scenery obscured by cloud. Must come back in the summer!

As we drive round the coast, there’s more sunshine and the water’s beginning to look turquoise. We stop for the night near Karidhi

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It’s warm enough for shorts and paddling in the middle of the day. It really is a beautiful spot!

Wacky rock formations

Wacky rock formations

Mt. Athos in the distance

Mt. Athos in the distance

Cactus - we must be down South!

Cactus – we must be down South!

The fruits taste similar to Pomegranate, but with the spines - Ouch! probably not worth the effort. Elaine was picking spines out of her fingers for weeks afterwards.

The fruits taste similar to Pomegranate, but with the spines – Ouch! probably not worth the effort. Elaine was picking spines out of her fingers for weeks afterwards.

The next day it’s back to more rain and it’s cold again. We manage a brief walk into ‘town’ in the drizzle..

Wet! - The weather remains very changable. The resort is completely closed with sand and mud washed down of the side roads.

Wet! – The weather remains very changeable. The resort is completely closed with sand and mud washed down of the side roads.

On the 1st November, it’s a beautiful sunny day again – warm enough, we decide, for a morning swim. And with a beach like this on our doorstep it would be ‘rude not to’. It’s a bit cold, but not too bad; it is November after all.

Not bad for 1st November - time for a swim!

Not bad for 1st November – time for a swim!

We decide against the 100km drive round the coast of the Sithonian Peninsula; it’s apparently stunning, but we’ve seen the forecast and decide to cover some miles and get further south towards our winter destination in the Peloponnes. Over the next couple of days we pass through Thesoloniki and continue on down towards Volos. It’s a good road for a change, but it ends up costing us 30euro in tolls for a 200km stretch. We’re paying about double the car rate because of our height; time to change the satnav settings to ‘avoid tolls’! We drive round the base of Mt. Olympus (2917m). It’s mainly hidden by cloud, but just occasionally we catch a glimpse of the sun glinting on its snow-capped peaks. Beautiful. The road passes through the historic and dramatic Tembi Gorge Cut by the Pinios River between Mt. Olympus and Mt. Ossa. Throughout history the valley has been a pathway into Greece for merchants and invaders, from the Persian King Xerxes in 480BC to the Germans in WWII. It really is the only sensible way through the mountains here and they’re still building extensive tunnels and new stretches of road, hence the need for the tolls I suppose.

We stay on the outskirts of Volos before heading into town in search of a walking map. The Pelion Peninsula, just to the south, is renowned for it’s walking, much of it on traditional cobbled donkey tracks – sounds interesting. Volos is a busy industrial city and port. It’s the first real / normal place we’ve been in for some time. There’s plenty of fashionable clothes and shoe shops and no real sign of the poverty and economic problems we’ve heard about.

‘The Economic crisis has exacerbated Greece’s chronic youth unemployment problem, which in 2011 was close to 40% for 16-24yr olds and 22.3% for 25-34yr olds. The average net monthly salary for graduates was only 700euro in 2011, it’s probably less now.

Poverty and Joblessness certainly hasn’t been that obvious to us so far in Greece. We wonder how much this has got to do with the Greek family dynamics and their ideas on shared property. Admittedly, it’s only what we’ve read, but it seems traditional that the kids don’t leave home until they get married. For the men anyway, this is often not till mid 30’s or later. Whilst living at home they are saving up for their future married life. Greeks traditionally have huge weddings including the whole town. 500 or even up to 2000 guests is not unusual. As a guest at a Greek wedding, you are expected to give a gift of at least 50euro for every person in your family that is attending. Even if the newlyweds are paying for the food, which usually they are not (that’s likely on Mum and Dad’s bill too), it’s easy to see that you could start your married life with a large sum of money. It is also not unusual for gifts of a small house or land to be made by parents or close family (usually bought/already owned by the parents or sometimes an extra storey is built on the family house). As more kids come along and they begin to need a bigger place, it’s then time for a swap; The ‘oldies’ move into the smaller place and the young family takes over the bigger place. Childcare is, of course, generally free too, since no one moves very far, Grandma and Granddad are usually on hand. And as the Grandparents begin to need someone to care for them, they may move back into the big place with their son / daughter-in-law, thus freeing up the small place for the next generation of kids. There may be more than a couple of properties involved in this chain. If you add to this the fact that nearly everyone seems to own a patch of land in the country, perhaps with some olive and fruit trees and often a holiday house for the summer, you see that there is potential for the same few properties to stay in the family for generations with no-one needing to buy them. The land, of course, is also an important part of the equation, because this also provides much of your basic foods or at least an income, from produce sales.

It sounds a bit too good to be true, and obviously some other income is needed, but it seems clear that this sort of system could potentially save a lot of costs and could mask the effects of the true economic situation for at least a couple of generations.

Agios Nikolaos Church, Volos

Agios Nikolaos Church, Volos

We decide to stay at a campsite for a few days. Extravagant, but we’re in serious need of a washing machine and have yet to spot a launderette in Greece. ‘Camping Hellas’ is in a beautiful sheltered spot next to the village of Ano Gatzea, and we get the perfect pitch under olive and palm trees only a few paces from the beach.

Prime location at Camping Hellas

Prime location at Camping Hellas

The usual 'companions' join us for a cuppa. Actually they were a pescy nuisance and wouldn't leave us alone. That's my seat cat! ..and later he barged through our flyscreen door and broke it.

The usual ‘companions’ join us for a cuppa. Actually the dog was a pescy nuisance and wouldn’t leave us alone. Far worse than at any of our free camping spots. And that’s my seat cat! … later he barged through our flyscreen door and broke it.

The campsite remains open all year, but there is only one other van there initially (2 more arrive before we leave). As we sit by the edge of a mirror-like sea on the first night there, our ‘neighbour’ Lilli wanders over with some self-made blackcurrant wine and 3 glasses. She’s German and speaks perfect English. We chat and watch the sun set before we all retreat inside Heidi as the temperature plummets.

Lilli has spent years travelling and she’s got many stories to tell. She’s been all over Africa. She’s done Germany to Cape Town and back 4! times. She’s also been to Australia and covered lots of Europe. She’s now divorced and learning to do things on her own. She’s recently managed to bash up her van pretty badly, breaking a roof box and virtually ripping the roof rack off, and is scared to drive more than very slowly in case bits fall off! The perils of following a sat-nav on tiny Greek roads under olive trees! We take note; Heidi is bigger than her van. Peter promises to take a look in the morning and see what he can do.

Elaine, Lilli and her rather battered van

Elaine, Lilli and her rather battered van

I spend most of the next day trying to repair bits of Lilli’s van (did I mention her door was hanging off, missing a hinge and the ladder up the back was also badly twisted). With my limited tools, I didn’t manage to do much, but hopefully I made it safe by tying bits of broken roof rack to solid anchor points and squirting sealant in some of the gashes to stop the rain coming in. She doesn’t seem overly concerned and jokes that she is “shaping the van to fit her lifestyle”. There followed a late lunch, cooked by Lilli, more of her stories and good company.

Lilli leaves in the morning and we do more washing, struggling to get it dry in the murky weather. It’s bright, but everything looks white and it’d difficult to see where the sea stops and the sky starts. We briefly spot dolphins, close in, in the bay, and a Kingfisher diving just up the beach from us (I didn’t know they fished in salt water), but the islands and mountains that we should be able to see remain veiled in cloud.

a very grey day - there's a horizon out there somewhere. And so still! Although this is the sea it seems more like a lake.

a very grey day – there’s a horizon out there somewhere. And so still! Although this is the sea it seems more like a lake.

The campsite owner is missing, as we get ready to leave and pay our dues. I eventually find him in a shed pouring olive oil from a huge drum into smaller containers. He’s keen to talk about the olives and his oil and the harvest. It was cold-pressed yesterday! They we’re still collecting the olives when we arrived. We buy some from him; the first purchasers of this year’s oil. It’s still opaque and very green. We are instructed NOT to waste it in cooking! It is for salads only, or preferably to have poured over hot crusty toast, not just bread, and sprinkled with oregano and a little salt – Yumm!

Greece, like much of Europe has had a bad summer with plenty of rain and the winter storms have come early (don’t we know it!). They don’t normally harvest until December or January and would normally lay out nets or tarpaulins to catch them, but in most cases it seems people are too late; after the recent winds, half the olives are already on the ground and will go to waste if not collected quickly, with the added difficulty of much more leaves and twigs on the ground as well to sort through. This early pressing, of the mostly still green olives, produces the best quality oil and is normally done on a limited scale. The rest being left to ripen further until they are black, when they produce more oil but of a lesser quality. There certainly seems to be much activity in the olive groves and there is a constant stream of pickup trucks piled high with plastic boxes or sacks of olives heading to the press.

We spend the next week continuing to explore the Pelion Peninsula. The weather is often grey and cloudy obscuring the views, but when the sun comes out – Wow!

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‘In mythology The Pelion was inhabited by ‘kentavri’ (centaurs) – half man, half horse creatures, who took delight in drinking wine, deflowering virgins and generally ripping up the countryside. Not all were random reprobates however, one, named Chiron, was supposedly renowned for his skill in medicine’

The Turkish occupation never managed to extend into the central and eastern regions. It’s not hard to see why; the area was, until recently, largely inaccessible. The many villages that cling to the impossibly steep hillsides were only linked by cobbled, steep, winding, donkey paths. As a result, the Greek culture and economy continued to flourish here. Silk and wool were exported to many places in Europe and the Orthodox Church managed to maintain many ‘hidden schools’ (hidden from the disapproving Turks). Like many remote areas in Greece The Pelion became a spawning ground for the ideas that led to the War of Independence. Lonely Planet calls the area ‘a hiking Mecca’.

We drive the ridiculously steep and winding roads; they really have to be seen to be believed! It takes a long time to get anywhere. We visit Makrinista, drive up through a ski area at 1200m and then back down to sea level at Choretto.

just look at those winding roads! count the hairpins - yes, It's steep!

just look at those winding roads! count the hairpins – yes, It’s steep!

Looking down to Volos from the mountain villiage of Makrinista

Looking down to Volos from the mountain village of Makrinista

the 'streets' of Makrinista

the ‘streets’ of Makrinista

An interesting touch on many of the old buildings in this area. These ones have actually got coloured glass in - to brighten up a dull day in winter when the main shutters are closed against the elements? The more modern buildings often just have a similar effect painted above the windows.

An interesting touch on many of the old buildings in this area. These ones have actually got coloured glass in – to brighten up a dull day in winter when the main shutters are closed against the elements? The more modern buildings often just have a similar effect painted above the windows.

Unusual! fresco in the little church here. We're getting used to gruesome pictures of John the Baptist's severed head, but he himself is not normally holding it! I suppose the wings are supposed to represent him in his spirit form? so it just about 'works'

Unusual! fresco in the little church here. We’re getting used to gruesome pictures of John the Baptist’s severed head, but he himself is not normally holding it! I suppose the wings are supposed to represent him in his spirit form? so it just about ‘works’

a wintry beach at Choretto - the water's still turquoise though :)

a wintry beach at Choretto – the water’s still turquoise though 🙂

We pass through Zagora; the ‘apple capital of Greece’ with plenty of the harvest in evidence in the back of all the pickup trucks and in roadside stalls. The road narrows to ‘Heidi + a few inches’ but we manage to squeeze through. We stop at Agios Ionis down on the coast again for a couple of nights and walk to Damouchari (inaccessible to all but the smallest local cars).

Local lore has it that the name ‘Damouchari’ comes from ‘dos mou hari’ or ‘give me grace’. It was here, in 2008 that parts of Mama Mia! Was filmed. This tiny natural harbour was once the only way out for the produce of the area; brought here by mule train. (there are now a few other modern artificial harbours)

Sun out! On the front at Agios Ionis

Sun out! On the front at Agios Ionis

We planned a walk along the coast from here, thinking we’d try out one of the famous mule paths or ‘kalderimia’ in this ‘hiking Mecca’. We didn’t get very far before giving up. They’re rough and steep (1 in 3! In places) and slippy in the damp weather. This one had the added ‘excitement’ of sheer drops to the sea below.

Damouchari harbour. When they filmed Mama Mia! they built a pontoon for everybody to dance on. The locals wanted them to leave it, but it was dismantled 'for safety reasons'

Damouchari harbour. When they filmed Mama Mia! they built a pontoon for everybody to dance on. The locals wanted them to leave it, but it was dismantled ‘for safety reasons’

STEEP!

STEEP!

switchbacks too. Of course we can make a path up an almost vertical cliff! Look how clear the water is - it's a LONG way down!

switchbacks too. Of course we can make a path up an almost vertical cliff! Look how clear the water is – it’s a LONG way down!

The tiny harbour, far below

The tiny harbour, far below

a little 'clue'

a little ‘clue’

From Agios Ionis we continue down the east coast of the peninsula. Up at the level of what is laughably considered the ‘main road’, we’re in the cloud; it’s cold and damp. We stop and stock up at a small shop in Tsagarada, before continuing south. Eventually the mountains reduce in height a bit. It gets flatter and more open and the roads get wider. Surprisingly, there seems less population here. Maybe it’s just too far away from anywhere? We stop at the idyllic Potistika Beach, then just outside Milina and finally right down the end at Agia Kiriaki.

Potistika Beach - morning swim Thursday 13th November! Beautiful, totally clear, turquoise water.

Potistika Beach – morning swim Thursday 13th November! Beautiful, totally clear, turquoise water.

Tempted ...but then we can park Heidi here for free anyway.

Tempted …but then we can park Heidi here for free anyway.

walking through the olive groves

walking through the olive groves

'home' for a few days - just behond Milina. It's not all sitting about in the sunshine though - we had 24hrs of rain after I took this.

‘home’ for a few days – just beyond Milina. It’s not all sitting about in the sunshine though – we had 24hrs of rain after I took this.

The weather continues to be pretty iffy. It’s often grey and overcast and we have some days of constant rain. There’s not enough sun to keep our batteries charged with the solar panel and we have to resort to running the engine again. We manage to get out walking though, having learnt to avoid donkey / footpaths and stick to ‘roads’. The majority of roads around here are unsurfaced and in poor condition, especially after all the recent rain, but they’re fine for walking. There’s constant activity in the olive groves and we meet pickup trucks laden with olives and the long sticks they use to bash the branches encouraging the remaining olives to fall. It continues to amaze us where a Greek can get to with a car! Admittedly, most of them are 4x4s, but some people are using ordinary cars with trailers to get to their trees. The roads are regrettably not made for Heidi – she wouldn’t stand a chance! We continue to get lost whilst trying to distinguish the main track from the endless dead-ends that either end in an olive grove or at a gated entrance to someone’s house. Our map reading isn’t bad, but when all roads look the same, most aren’t marked on our map and, of course, there are no signposts… A compass isn’t much help either when you look around you and all you can see are olive trees!

Ancient olive trees. They can live for 100s of years!

Ancient olive trees. They can live for 100s of years!

The road to Ag

The road to Agia Kiriaki

The weather improves whilst we’re at Agia Kiriaki and we can sit out in the sun with just a T-shirt and feel hot in the middle of the day. Not bad for the 17th November!

Not a bad parking spot!

Not a bad parking spot!

our ever changing view - plenty of boats going by on the way to Volos

our ever changing view – plenty of boats going by on the way to Volos

The only road into the centre of Agia Kiriaki - not really suitable for a Heidi!

The only road into the centre of Agia Kiriaki – not really suitable for a Heidi!

Yes, still the main road!

Yes, still the main road!

the colourful backstreets

the colourful backstreets

Boats out of the water for the winter

Boats out of the water for the winter

We drive to the very end of the peninsula through sparse scrubland. There’s nothing there except for a few goats. It’s dry and falls steeply away to the sea. The road ends abruptly at a tiny beach opposite the even more remote island of Paleo Trikeri. There’s barely room for us to turn round. Other than a closed taverna and a sign with a telephone number to call if you want to get to the island there’s nothing there, so we retrace our steps and head to what we assume is the main town of Trikeri a’top the hill. Trikeri feels very dead with everything shut up and a lot of the buildings in a poor state of repair – maybe it’s just too isolated here? It probably doesn’t help that it’s siesta time, though I doubt that there are many people living up here. Siesta-ing all afternoon seems fine and sensible in the summer heat, but rather an odd habit during the winter months when it’s getting dark and cold at 5pm and by the time you’re heading out for a coffee or to do your shopping you’ve missed what little daylight there is.

Backstreets (paths) of Trikeri

Backstreets (paths) of Trikeri

So it’s back down to our spot down at Agia Kariaki for the evening’s ‘entertainment’…

always a good finish to the day!

always a good finish to the day!

We think we’ve ‘done’ Pelion for now. Maybe we’ll be back when the weather’s likely to be more reliable and there’s more people about? Tomorrow it’s time to hit the road south again…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘Old Stuff’ and Olives

On the 9th October, we woke up to a cold crisp morning with a bit of mist in the air. It feels very autumny, so, having topped up Heidi’s water tank with water from a roadside spring near Burgas in Bulgaria, we headed south towards Greece looking for more summer. We travelled through rolling wooded hills, with little traffic on the excellent newly surfaced road (Wow!) other than a steady stream of ancient timber trucks. We briefly joined what must be a major truck route into Turkey, complete with scary Heidi-eating potholes, and follow an artic’ as he meanders all over both sides of the road trying to avoid said potholes, before thankfully turning off onto a better and again completely deserted section.

We crossed into Greece just beyond Svilengrad having avoided a short cut through Turkey (We needed a ‘green card’ for the insurance that we didn’t have). The Bulgarian border guards were friendly and more interested in practising their English than checking us or the van out. Then it was across a short bit of no mans land to the Greek border. There was a barrier across the road and no signs in any language. It transpired that I had to walk across the road to the office, where I was received with a grunt, a cursory look at both our passports (Elaine had remained in Heidi), and then an “OK”. I walked back to the van, the barrier was raised, and we were through. So if anybody is looking for a good spot to smuggle anything or anybody into Greece, here’s your spot!

Since we’d come down out of the Bulgarian hills, the weather had rapidly improved. The sun was shining, and it felt hot and dry. As we headed south, the temperature continued to rise and by the time we reached the coast it must have been at least 10 – 15 degrees warmer (in the low 30’s again). After heading west on a good bit of fast motorway, we turn off towards Moroneia and stopped for the night down by the small fishing harbour of Agios Charlambos. The police are by later to check us out. There’s no problem with us staying here, but “watch out for the Bulgarian and the Albanian Mafia” he says. What does that mean?!

An ideal parking spot at Agios Charlambros harbour ...apart from the Mafia?

An ideal parking spot at Agios Charlambros harbour …apart from the Mafia?

We stayed for several days. The weather was idyllic, and it was very quiet and peaceful. We did some washing, which dried quickly in the sun and explored some of the local antiquities. There’s part of a Byzantine wall; a fortification around the harbour, a Roman Propylon (a ‘Monumental Gateway’), various mosaic floors and a little further along the coast an impressive amphitheatre and then ‘Ancient Ismara’. Ancient Ismara supposedly had an acropolis, and ancient gateway and a wine-press. We spent a long time looking for them, but only managed to find the gateway. How can you lose an acropolis! There’s also the remains of an Early Christian Basilica (6thC AD) near the harbour; unfortunately fenced off and locked.

the excavated Roman Propylon

the excavated Roman Propylon

An almost complete mosaic floor just 'hanging about in the olive groves'

An almost complete mosaic floor just ‘hanging about in the olive groves’

The partly resrored theatre

The partly restored theatre

ancient gateway into Ismara

ancient gateway into Ismara

The ground is dry and rocky and predominantly covered in olive groves; they obviously like it like that. There are a mixture of varieties grown here. Some small, some quite large, and in varying stages of ripeness. I’d always thought that olives were rock hard and quite inedible until they’d been soaked many times, but some of the big black ones here seem almost ripe already and quite juicy (or should that be oily?) when you squeeze them. We’ve recently read that some varieties are left to ripen on the trees before they are harvested. We don’t know much about olives as you can see; something else for the ‘self-education’ list. It’s surprising how long this self-education list seems to be, what with history, culture, religion, architecture, languages, unknown flora and fauna, international cuisine etc. etc. No chance of getting bored then!

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..and to top things off. The sun set, day after day, in a fiery ball over the harbour wall.

..and to top things off. The sun set, day after day, in a fiery ball over the harbour wall

On Monday 13th, we go into the village; a quiet little place with a couple of small shops. We buy what veg we can find (there seems very little about and it’s not up to much) and some fresh bread. The shopkeeper and the locals seem friendly and we try out our first few words of Greek; which seems to be appreciated.

Next, it’s along the coast for a bit. We’re suddenly out of the harsh, dry, rocky terrain and now it’s flat and sandy again. It seems the only thing that grows here is the odd holiday villa; otherwise it just looks barren and empty scrubland. We stopped at Imeros beach for a couple of days and it remained warm enough for swimming in the sea or wandering this completely deserted stretch of beach accompanied by the ‘guard dogs’. There were 3 of them. They made a hell of a fuss when we first arrived and, with recent events in mind, we nearly didn’t stay, but they turned out to be harmless enough. For the whole time we were there, they remained permanently by our side and followed us on walks for several miles. When we left, they ran after Heidi until they were exhausted. We wondered if they were victims of the hard times here, and whether they were owned and looked after in the not too distant past? They seemed a lot more clingy that the ones we’d come across in Bulgaria.

The 'Guard Dogs'

The ‘Guard Dogs’

miles of deserted beach

miles of deserted beach

On the 15th, the weather turned very grey and humid and we moved on. Heading inland a bit, avoiding some of the numerous lagoons and salt marshes that make up this stretch of coast, we found we were driving across huge cotton fields as far as the eye could see. They were busy harvesting the stuff and there were cotton wool balls everywhere along the verges of the roads.

Cotton Fields stretching as far as the eye can see

Cotton Fields stretching as far as the eye can see

We stopped for the night near Fanari on a narrow strip of land between the sea and a lagoon, the home of Flamingos and Pelicans. Having again struggled to find much fresh food in the few small shops (what do the locals do?) we did a quick trip to Lidl in Xanthi. We were going to head up into the hills, but we could hardly make them out in the low grey cloud, so we went back to the coast for a couple of days and stayed at Porto Lagos; a fishing harbour and small cargo ship port. We spotted a big black 4×4 with tinted windows and Bulgarian plates, it’s occupants, we assumed, lunching at one of the fish tavernas. Were they ‘the Mafia’ we had been warned about? There’s a fair few similar cars around. Or were we just being paranoid? For much of Bulgaria, this is their closest bit of coast.

colourful beehives in the woods at Porto Lagos. There's a lot of beehives around. The Greeks like their honey!

colourful beehives in the woods at Porto Lagos. There’s a lot of beehives around. The Greeks like their honey!

Pomegranates growing in gardens near Fanari

Pomegranates growing in gardens near Fanari

..and Quince

..and Quince

Saturday 18th, the grey murk had finally gone and it was back to sunshine and clear blue skies. Time to head for the hills. We can see them now! We stop at Xanthi; it’s market day and ludicrously busy. Easing Heidi through the throng of shoppers and not really sure where we’re going, we eventually find parking. It’s bedlam as we get moved along with the crowd past endless stalls, following an old lady pushing a pram full of pot plants. I assume she was selling them and opting for a novel ‘moving stall’. So THIS is where everyone gets their fresh fruit and veg. from! We get 4 Pomegranates for 2euros; about half the UK price.

Escaping the throng we head up the hill to the old part of town with it’s winding cobbled streets, cars and mopeds emerging from the unlikeliest looking ‘streets’. There are several impressive old neo-classical mansion houses hiding amongst the more ordinary. These mansions were once owned by tobacco merchants (around 1860 – 1890). Tobacco is still grown around here, but doesn’t appear to be that common. It’s not something we’re used to recognising though. Maybe it’s all mostly harvested by now?

tiny, busy streets in Xanthi

tiny, busy streets in Xanthi

originally home to the local tobacco merchants

originally home to the local tobacco merchants

Hidden amongst it all we find this tiny church..

the entrance to a tiny church, built into the wall of something else

the entrance to a tiny church, built into the wall of a garden above

inside - a typical display of icons

inside – a typical display of icons

We’ve been looking into and trying to understand all these icons; rather an alien concept to us. Various sources refer to them as ‘windows to God or into the spiritual realm’, ‘a form of / means to prayer’ etc. Some sources go as far as to say “they participate in the reality which they represent”. They are sometimes referred to as tools for education of the masses, bearing in mind that for the majority of history ‘the masses’ have been illiterate. Some are credited with the performance of miracles. In our minds, that is surely down to the saint that they represent, but the distinction seems a bit vague. Icons are not ‘worshiped’, but they are ‘venerated’, ‘honoured’, ‘respected’; or again, is that the saint they represent? It seems odd that you often see several icons of the same saint in one location, indeed, some are virtually identical.

www.wikipedia.org/wiki/icon provides a good overview.

There’s also the question of why there are Sooo many shrines or ‘little churches’ dotted everywhere here. They are particularly prevalent along roads and their numbers increase with the severity of the bends and the corresponding drop over the edge! The majority, it seems are erected as a memorial to victims of road accidents and some as a ‘thank you for sparing me’. The old ones never seem to be removed. They just put newer, bigger or more elaborate ones alongside. Some even have a small fenced off garden, picnic benches and often a water supply.

fairly basic..

a fairly basic design..

..but still full of various icons ..and that's not a small bottle of ouzo for passing travellers, its olive oil for the perpetually burning lamp

..but still full of various icons ..and that’s not a small bottle of ouzo for passing travellers, its olive oil for the perpetually burning lamp

A more elaborate one. It's not obvious from the picture, but this is on a post at the side of the road. Equally full of icons and oil lamps. There are even designs on the windows.

A more elaborate one. It’s not obvious from the picture, but this is on a post at the side of the road. Equally full of icons and oil lamps. There are even designs on the windows.

..a little larger

..a little larger complete with courtyard

Back on one of the main streets of Xanthi, it’s all too busy and noisy for our liking, with all the cafes full to bursting. We find our way out-of-town, rather suspecting the sat-nav of having a laugh at our expense, and stop for lunch at a roadside picnic spot. All is still and quiet. It’s still feeling hot in the sun (28c) and we enjoy the cooler breezes off the hills. I wonder if I could get used to living so shoulder to shoulder in a place like Xanthi with no personal space and it never quiet? Doesn’t appeal much!

the makings of a typical Greek lunch (with free view)

Olive oil, Tomatoes and Feta cheese – the makings of a typical Greek lunch (with free view)

Moving on, we decide to go looking for ‘The Ancient Fort of Kalyva’.

At a height of 627m above sea level, the fort of Kalyva, complete with a still intact water cistern, was constructed during the Macedonian King Phillip 2nd’s time (359-336BC) , in a commanding position, as part of a series of forts controlling the Nestos Valley. Various kingdoms used it until the reign of Emperor Justinian’s (527- 565AD)

It turns out to be 9km up a tortuously windy and mainly single-track road. That’s the trouble with randomly choosing to follow a brown tourist sign. When we eventually get there we find it closed off with a high fence all round and locked gates. It’s off in the trees somewhere and there’s nothing to see. Humph. We’re beginning to discover this is common enough practice around here. Perhaps it would be open in season? We’ll think twice before following signs for miles and miles in the future. There’s a picnic site and just about room for us to park up so we stop for the night. It’s very quiet and peaceful with only the distant sound of goat bells reaching us from the valley below.

The morning brings another clear, crisp, sunny day. It feels cold first thing, but soon warms as we head off looking for the Nestos Gorge. It’s marked on far too small a scale map to be useful. We choose a likely looking road. We have various maps, all apparently contradicting each other. Either everything is marked as a ‘minor road’ or one seems to have been picked at random and highlighted as the ‘main route’. Bearing in mind that even a medium quality ‘minor road’ around here would be considered a footpath by most UK drivers, and that Heidi isn’t exactly light on her feet, it’s important which one is picked! Today’s choice seems surprisingly well surfaced and wide. We wind through hills covered in a mix of deciduous trees, their growth stunted by the dry climate and poor soil, until we reach a series of reservoirs, beyond which we hope lies the gorge.

And then the road ends. There’s a barriered off tunnel and an imposing dam and hydro-electric scheme still being worked on. Just as we’re about to turn around and retrace our lost steps, ‘Mr. Security’ approaches us and with a smile and a bit of sign language encourages us to drive up to the very top of the last dam for a look. The scale is enormous! From the top you can more easily see what has been done and the fact that half the mountain has been sliced away. We’re not sure, but rather suspect, that this is where our gorge used to be! Not what we were expecting, but perhaps no less impressive? We lunch and spend the afternoon reading and snoozing overlooking one of the lower reservoirs as we ponder the need for all the energy that can potentially be created here. The resources, fuel, and millions of tonnes of concrete that goes into creating a scheme like this are astounding! Now if everybody had a solar panel on their roof and were as economical with energy usage as Heidi. We have a very quiet night and marvel at the starry sky – shame about the unnecessary street lights on the dam in the distance.

Through the hills, alongside reservoirs, looking for the Nestos Gorge.

Through the hills, alongside reservoirs, looking for the Nestos Gorge.

The view from the uppermost dam - difficult to show the HUGE scale. There are what look like tiny toy trucks and diggers working down there somewhere.

The view from the uppermost dam – difficult to show the HUGE scale. There are what look like tiny toy trucks and diggers working down there somewhere.

The view from our 'balcony' overlooking one of the lower reservoirs. A beautiful, almost silent spot.

The view from our ‘balcony’ overlooking one of the lower reservoirs. A beautiful, almost silent spot.

We spend the morning in our continuing quest to learn some Greek with the aid of a teach yourself CD. Today’s task is getting to grip with the word ‘the’. How difficult can that be? Difficult enough; there are 7!! Different words for ‘the’ in Greek. There’s masculine, feminine and neuter, plurals and other subtle changes so it ‘sounds right’ with the surrounding words. Umm, we think?

In the afternoon we travel on more very quiet roads with the steeper hills giving way to flatter plains. Most of the fields are ploughed at this time of year so, difficult to know what’s normally growing. We increasingly spot vineyards as we approach the Ancient City of Philippi, on the outskirts of modern-day Krinides. That’s Philippi as in biblical St. Paul’s ‘letter to the Philippians’. It’s a huge site with the excavated remains of this once great city. There are multiple basilicas and churches, the Roman forum and the bathhouse. After coughing up 3euro each (we thought it would be more) we spend hours there trying to ‘see’ how it once was. For the latter part of the afternoon we are the only visitors, which only served to emphasise the scale of the place.

The Huge Archialogical Site of Philippi

The Huge Archeological Site of Philippi. The centre area is the Forum. On the far side is the remains of one of several Basilicas

Elaine tries out the acoustics in the theatre

Elaine tries out the acoustics in the theatre

There's the remains of craftmanship on a huge scale everywhere.

There’s the remains of craftmanship on a huge scale everywhere.

it was BIG!

it was BIG!

I wonder how many modern doorways will still be intack after 2000 years?

I wonder how many modern doorways will still be intact after 2000 years?

the remains of the font in 'the octagon complex' in the shape of a cross

the remains of the font / baptistry in ‘the octagon complex’ in the shape of a cross

Umm. Fairly sure that's a loo seat (one of several in the bath house)

Umm. Fairly sure that’s a loo seat (one of several in the bath house)

Philippi took it’s name from Philip II king of Macedonia when he captured and fortified the original colony of Krenedes in 356BC. The city prospered greatly in the Helenistic period when it acquired it’s fortification walls, theatre, public buildings and private residences.

 In 42BC the Roman emperor Octavian fought for and changed the character of the city forming a Roman colony developing it as an economic administrative and artistic centre. The ‘Via Egnatia’ (the main route from Rome, across Macedonia, including some of current Albania, to Constantinople) passed through the city in the 2nd century BC making it more important and transforming it into a major centre of the region.

The visit of St. Paul the Apostle, who founded the first Christian church here in 49/50AD, changed the personality of the city once again. The predomination of the ‘new religion’ and the transfer of the capital of the Roman Empire to Constantinople lent Philippi considerable lustre and reputation. In the early Christian period (4th-6th century AD), there was considerable more building with the cathedral dedicated to St. Paul and four magnificent basilicas.

In the Bible, Acts chapter 16 describes how Paul received a vision guiding him to Philippi. Accompanied by Silas, Timothy and possibly Luke (the author of Acts) he preached the Gospel. He baptised Lydia, a purple dye merchant in the nearby river and exorcised a demon from a slave girl who caused a great uproar in the city. This led to his and Silas’ public beating and imprisonment. An earthquake caused the prison walls to tumble and the gates to fly open. When the sleeping jailer awoke, he prepared to kill himself knowing he would be punished. Paul stopped him, indicating that all the prisoners were still there; the jailer becoming one of the first Christians.

Paul visited the city at least on two other occasions, in 56 and 57. The ‘Epistle to the Philippians’ dates from around 61-62AD and shows the immediate impact of Paul’s instruction.

the remains of what was probably Paul's prison cell

the remains of what was probably Paul’s prison cell

Elaine tries out Lydia's Baptistry

Elaine tries out Lydia’s Baptistry

A pool in the river alongside - as it would have actually been for Lydia

A pool in the river alongside – more as it would have actually been for Lydia

The inside of a relitively new church / baptistry built alongside (if you don't fancy full imersion in a cold stream?)

The inside of a relatively new church / baptistry built alongside (if you don’t fancy full immersion in a cold stream?)

artwork on the ceiling depicting Paul's miraculous release from jail..

artwork on the ceiling depicting Paul’s miraculous release from jail..

..and his dream telling him to go

..and his dream telling him to go

 

We drive to the nearby village of Palia Kavalia and spend a couple of days walking. There’s a deep river valley there with some huge trees and a waterfall hidden in it’s depths.

a walkway deep in the river valley amongst the huge twisted old trees (unusual around here with the usual lack of water)

a walkway deep in the river valley amongst the huge twisted old trees (unusual around here with the usual lack of water)

another stunning sunset at our parking spot

another stunning sunset at our parking spot

a few 'obstructions' in the path

a few ‘obstructions’ in the path

Elaine takes up goat herding

Elaine takes up goat herding

As usual in this part of the world, there have been a lot of changes over time here:

Palia Kavalia was inhabited as long ago as 356BC and was part of the Macedonian Kingdom ruled by King Philip 2nd. However it was abandoned during the Byzantine period in favour of the coastal town of Christoupolis. Christoupolis was renamed Kavalia by the Ottaman Turks when they invaded and occupied the area in the 1391, and the Christian inhabitants once again returned to Palia Kavalia in the hills. With the Ottamans finally ousted and with the effects of the widespread urbanisation of the 1950’s, Palia Kavalia is now only a small village.

All this to-ing and fro-ing, along with a big influx of Greek Christians to the area in the 1923 ‘exchanges’ has meant a well-worn ancient path between here and the coast: we set off to explore the route. There is now a well-signed trail and we got as far as the spring that used to provide the coastal town with its water supply via a series of channels and a very impressive aqueduct.

The view over the pass and down to Kavala (previously

The view over the pass and down to Kavala (previously Christoupolis and previously again, when Paul first visited Neopolis). Shame about the deteriorating weather. That should be a blue, blue sea dotted with islands in the distance

By the 23rd, the weather has turned. The cloud hangs low over the hills and it’s rained overnight (The first rain we’ve had in Greece so far). Heading down to the coast again, the wind increases, the rain starts in earnest and the waves crash over the coastal road, so having stocked up with food, diesel and gas we find a relatively sheltered car park and hunker down. A brief respite from the weather allows us a look at the old town on the ‘Panagia’ peninsula. We climb up the increasingly steep streets to the castle and hence up the very narrow, winding stairs to the view from the top of the tower. You can see why this spot was chosen! You can see for miles; both inland and out to sea. The most famous ‘sight’ here is the aqueduct; the one bringing water to the city from the spring in the hills we visited yesterday. It was built/rebuilt by the Ottamans during the 16thC, although there was probably a previous Roman one here before.

The bay of Kavala from the castle. Heidi is hiding in the woodlands in the distant centre.

The bay of Kavala from the castle. Heidi is hiding in the woodlands in the distant centre.

The old town with the castle and the

The old town with the castle.

The famous aqueduct squeezing in amongst the more modern, and very busy, city below.

The famous aqueduct squeezing in amongst the more modern, and very busy, city below.

The aqueduct and the more modern town of Kavala. It's amazing how densly packed everything is. The roads are jam packed and it seems it's the norm to double and triple park

The aqueduct and the more modern town of Kavala. It’s amazing how densely packed everything is. The roads are jam-packed and it seems it’s the norm to double and triple park. Look, they’ve even squeezed houses in under the aqueduct.

 

Well this seems to have become a bit of an ‘epic’; we’ve done a lot in our first 2 weeks in Greece. Time to leave you and have our evening ‘meze’:

Almond stuffed green olives, pickled garlic, and freshly toasted bread spread with black olive tapenade (olive paste) - yumm!

Almond stuffed green olives, pickled garlic, and freshly toasted bread spread with black olive tapenade (olive paste) – yumm!