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.
Kurt and Christos breaking trail, heading south |
My swimming pool. Christos and Kurt thought there might be crocodiles or something in it. There weren't. |
The Tower. I need a drink (hence the wobble) |
Christos has consulted the oracle. He doesn't look happy. |
Kurt enters . . . |
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) |
ooo err, said Christos |
"How we can we get rid of him?" |
Filoti - my favourite town. From here, it could be 2,000 years ago. |
Lunch with Eleni.
Eleni's unconscious made manifest |
Ooh. What are these? |
Paros is over there somewhere |
It's a work in progress - she's slowly deconstructing her father's house. |
Psomi, fish, beetroot, olives |
Eleni at work on a new creation |
I just like the spiky plant, shadow, reflection |
Angelos' instruments
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. |
Bouzoukis, lyre, tamboula |
more bouzoukis (or are they balaleikas?) |
eleni, making quite a nice noise |
Everyone's infected (all these beautiful old instruments and then in the middle Angelos' smartphone playing Greek music off youtube) |
It's time to go to fucking sleep Eleni! |
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