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Published: September 8th 2023
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We’re walking again. That’s good because less can go wrong when really your well being and comfort are in your own hands. The official start of the trail, and a use that term loosely, is a the village information center. The centre appears to be a front for a couple of hotels and enterprises in the village but that is sort of irrelevant to us. We went there then immediately started to follow the exhaustive set of directions I received from the walking company. There are turn by turn directions meaning in the villages there may be instructions each 10m or so! Over the 13 km today the directions proved very good. Bit frustrating continuously checking the iPad but still effective. The trail is not a circular track, like the Juliana Trail or even a continuous path like many others I’ve done. It’s really bits and pieces that are connected by taxi transfers. The taxi transfers are prearranged for certain times however we finished early, had a swim and a look around and we’re still early so I asked a local to contact the taxi company and come and get us. For some reason Julie’s phone will not make calls and
perhaps not SMS’s either. No problem.
Couple of shots of the local village, Vamos. There’s the biggest prickly pear bush I’ve ever seen here. The photo is not of it but a close up of another as some people were not sure what it was. Additionally the plumbing here is intriguing. Very exposed and so important that many of our direction are coached in terms of ’water hydrant 407 turn right’. And that’s got to be the greatest cubby house.
The walk. Lots,of photos should give a pretty good impression of what today held for us. The weather was threatening but it did not rain for longer than 2 minutes and that was after our walk. It was humid and sticky but that we can put up with. The walk was relatively easy although a vantage point did give us a great vista out to the Mediterranean before a steep but short descent into our destination. A couple of villages and an interesting monastery provided good rest stops and some interesting sights. The monastery was an olive pressing and oil processing spot for ages, surviving the Turkish invasion by paying heavy taxes (read bribe) and much of the
infrastructure can still be seen although you’d need a vivid imagination to envisage it operating. It also grew silkworms! The villages fall into that cute category until we got close to Georgieopolis and suddenly the area is full of tourist villas, hotels and apartments. Private beaches are littered along the pebbles (there’s very sand) or they have their own pool complexes so it’s quite lavish. The tourists’ complexions seem to be white or nugget brown with little except sunburn in between. There are some big bodies here too. They must have been able to locate the evasive gyros or souvlaki unlike us!
We have a taverna in mind for this evening. Even further away than our breakfast! Still can’t figure that out! But we should be OK for it.
So no disasters to report and as such it’s caio for now.
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Jill Hambling
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House waiting for Reno
Rob, in my day, leaving the house in an unfinished state was a major tax evasion measure that was practiced by half the country!