Rubbish as usual . . .
The walk to Chimaros Tower from the edge of Mount Zas.
Lunch with Eleni.
Angelos' instruments
The walk to Chimaros Tower from the edge of Mount Zas.
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Kurt and Christos breaking trail, heading south |
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My swimming pool. Christos and Kurt thought there might be crocodiles or something in it. There weren't. |
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The Tower. I need a drink (hence the wobble) |
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Christos has consulted the oracle. He doesn't look happy. |
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Kurt enters . . . |
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As Kurt said, they started building this in 400 BC and they still haven't quite finished. Classical scaffolding has lasted very well (took my weight anyway) |
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ooo err, said Christos |
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"How we can we get rid of him?" |
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Filoti - my favourite town. From here, it could be 2,000 years ago. |
Lunch with Eleni.
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Eleni's unconscious made manifest |
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Ooh. What are these? |
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Paros is over there somewhere |
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It's a work in progress - she's slowly deconstructing her father's house. |
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Psomi, fish, beetroot, olives |
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Eleni at work on a new creation |
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I just like the spiky plant, shadow, reflection |
Angelos' instruments
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on the road to the Potamias, in the moonscape by Tsilikario. The Oleanders looked fantastic, but this crap camera(man) can't do them justice. |
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Bouzoukis, lyre, tamboula |
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more bouzoukis (or are they balaleikas?) |
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eleni, making quite a nice noise |
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Everyone's infected (all these beautiful old instruments and then in the middle Angelos' smartphone playing Greek music off youtube) |
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It's time to go to fucking sleep Eleni! |
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