Location: Loutro/Agia Roumeli
Awoke to the sound of Coco, the African Grey parrot that belongs to the owner of the hotel we’re staying at, meowing this morning. He sits on top of his cage and hoots and whistles at the people who walk by. He has both English and Greek words.
Today was the day of my hard-won Samaria Gorge trip. After Ben, one of the guides, cautioned us repeatedly to return exactly at or preferably before five in the evening, we had five hours to ourselves. It was a nice little hike; it’s about two kilometers to walk to the entrance of the gorge, and then Lynn, Alexis, and I managed to get six kilometers in, close to halfway, before we had to turn around due to time constraints. It was a nice hike, with periodic water stops, some really cool ruins, and donkeys tied to posts (the park rangers there ride donkeys).
The weirdest thing about the gorge was that, once you got far enough away from the ocean, it was exactly like walking around in Colorado. The foliage was slightly different here and there, but it was uncanny. I even asked the other Coloradoans here about it, and they said they’d been thinking the same thing. Weird to find a bit of home in Greece.
Dinner was probably the best we’d had all week; I got lamb and Alexis got chicken, so we could share. The biggest event of the evening were the anti-austerity fire-bombings in Athens; all the locals have been glued to their TV sets. It’s a little weird vacationing in a place that’s up in arms against its government; I feel bad that these people must be worried about their friends and family in Athens, and we’re expecting them to act friendly and serve us delicious roasted meats.
The owner himself (Pavlos) served his home-brewed raki, called Pavlos Raki. I even got a picture with him.
Awoke to the sound of Coco, the African Grey parrot that belongs to the owner of the hotel we’re staying at, meowing this morning. He sits on top of his cage and hoots and whistles at the people who walk by. He has both English and Greek words.
The weirdest thing about the gorge was that, once you got far enough away from the ocean, it was exactly like walking around in Colorado. The foliage was slightly different here and there, but it was uncanny. I even asked the other Coloradoans here about it, and they said they’d been thinking the same thing. Weird to find a bit of home in Greece.
Dinner was probably the best we’d had all week; I got lamb and Alexis got chicken, so we could share. The biggest event of the evening were the anti-austerity fire-bombings in Athens; all the locals have been glued to their TV sets. It’s a little weird vacationing in a place that’s up in arms against its government; I feel bad that these people must be worried about their friends and family in Athens, and we’re expecting them to act friendly and serve us delicious roasted meats.The owner himself (Pavlos) served his home-brewed raki, called Pavlos Raki. I even got a picture with him.
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