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Not many words needed for these too few snapshots I was allowed to post wishing to celebrate Nana’s first sureal weeks of her new life in Ikaria. Don’t pay too much importance to the title of the enty. It’s only a joke. 🙂 My best friend is no ordinary girl so the whole thing was a success! ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
This looks like an enormous achievement, angeloska! It looks like there has been a lot of chopping! (At least you had elves to help you!)
@ ‘simonsterg’ : if you enlarge the image, you see on the footer it reads «Lothlorien College Graduates» !!!
@ ‘angeloska’ : x x x x x x x x
You are giving me new strength!
In return here is a small part of the story. This trail was almost an imaginary one, featuring only in an old Italian map of 1943 and in Elenis imagination and *unusual sources* (her old neigbours’ tales). The distance was about 2,5 km cutting through deep tall makia. We started cittung from both sides, one day from the east and the other from the west, with no more sense of direction but the zig-zag flow of a rivulet running next to the alleged path. The hard evidence whether the path existed, as well as my extreme worry was if the two tunnels would eventually meet someplace. They DID! I felt like opening a champaigne bottle.
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That bit about the 1943 italian map sounds sort of romantic § – a hint from an odd old source – ideally you should have lost the map – kind of like a Borges tale, you know the sort of thing…
And you have made this perhaps imaginary path into… a REAL ONE – a Second Eupalinos! ¤ Champagne corks ought to be flying!
§ not that Eleni’s imagination isn’t also, of course, romantic – and the *unusual sources* very likely accurate…
¤ if that’s hyperbole it’s just in a celebratory way – not an attempt at irony (which I dislike)
I lost the map! As soon as I found it I lost it! I had only one glimpse of it. Then a veil of secrecy came and covered …
Eupalinos? I had thought of him. He used stereometry and trigonometry. He was given an awful amount of money too. But Eleni’s way is the low-budget one: trust your senses.
(Nana says:) Maybe this is a stupid question, but why did you start cutting one day from the east, one day from the west? Why haven’t you done it one way only? And avoid the risk of the two tunnels not meeting?
(love to talk technicalities with you, *thorn-walker*)
I have many reasons to cut from both sides :
1st) I usually hit the paths from as many sides as I can. Although people know more or less about my business, they still may get suspicious if they see me driving too often and stopping long in a desert place. So I sometimes take a path from one end and sometimes from another. It looks more normal if I am seen going someplace once or twice a fortnight instead of once a week.
2nd) This particular path was looong! When we got into the thick, deep and dark, at a certain point I lost my self-confidence. (That’s about when Eleni wrote in that last message of hers in the hiking group that I should not give up the chainsaw.) So we drove a long way round and started cutting from another place: a glade with a stony ground where the path was easy to see. Conveniently, this place was not far from a road, so we didn’t have to walk long to get back from work.
3rd) Regardless of the above, it really had to be done from both sides. With the Komatsu (*good machine* -lol:) I could have butchered through the maquis on a straight line and created a way through. But I don’t make way-throughs; I make paths. And I’m always tryng to find the original ones. Because my walks are inside nature and history as well. When the two ends connected (so to say, automatically), I was sure that I hadn’t just made an opening through. That was an ancient path used by the elvish old inhabitants of Ikaria.
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And because I have explained so thoroughly, here is question for you:
I have a permission from the Forest Service to open the paths. In fact, more than permission, it is an encouragement based on the general principle that there should be paths in the forests. They serve as fire zones, they say, and this is correct. Yet for most people this means that firemen are able to unreel their hoses and put out a fire in the heart of the forest. But there is also another reason why a path like this is a fire-zone.It prevents fires. Why, Nan? You are still a good mechanic, aren’t you?
Congratulations! It looks wonderful and I can imagine how hard it must have been. Warmest regards from Tilos island, Konstantinos
Here I go…
(We are between friends, are not we? Nobody is bothered. Hope so.)
(Γειά σου Κωνσταντίνε!)
______________________________________________________________An archaic forest as this, is an alive organic and very complicated system : : a *good machine* which (to work well) needs a temperature control system. In spring when temperatures rise considerably in Greece, there is still water, the system is watercooled. Afterwards in summer, when there is little water but there are cool winds from the sea, the system shifts to air-cooled (like some car engines fit for both normal and desert conditions).
So, your tunnel *αγγελούκο* helps in the air-cooling, lowers the temperature of the organism and therefore prevents fires. Your tunnel is an air-duct; functions like the pipe of a ventillator. Είναι ένας αεραγωγός. Brings from the sea and spreads through the cool breeze inside the forest and (w/o entering into a lot of technical details) this makes a big difference.
Because I have a feeling that you are kinda sorry for the chopping off all these tree branches, just think that what you did with the mini-Komatsu, was being done in the past by the ancient animals, like the deer (dama-dama), the wild goat (capra aegagrus) and the wild pig (sus scrofa). They made scars in the forest for the good of the forest. Now, unlike the animal’s, your scar is straight; ok, never mind; let’s put the blame on gaddem Euclides!
What’s the orientation of the tunnel? N to S? NE to SW?
Wow!! It’s so sexy when it gets technical!
How ’bout a graph to spice it up even more… (never mind that it’s from across the sea on Kerkis.) Do you see? «overheating in the cushion» – HOT STUFF! – someone should make a (straight line) path through that thing!
(incidentally, I see Tilos has it’s very own Astragalus on flickr – but I can’t locate any photo with the tags astragalus and ikaria. – it must be just that I’m not searching properly…) 😉
zzdoing!!! I am dazed -:)) Aχ Nana when you want…
(Just wait… I will edit this tomorrow morning)l
Even more dazed u should be at my friend Nana when u know that this analysis comes right out of a smoked turnery in Petrou Rali str, Athens.
I lost MY map somewhere in there last year! In fact three maps I had specially copied and enlarged in Manchester; such was my struggle to hack a way through to PIGI, they fell from my pack.
Here’s another reason for the path to be cut from both ends – so that the people living at either end both feel they have a new path that TAKES them somewhere and don’t see it as an invasion from the outside world.
For years hikers who stayed in Evdilos and Kampos on the coast (point A) and saw the mountains of Rahes (point C) on the west, were asking for a direct way to make it up there without having to walk on the coastal road as far as Armenistis (point B) and from there climb to Rahes (point C). At a certain point I realized that what they were asking to follow was a cut-trough on the ypotenuse of the right triangle (A-C). I like ypotenuses. They are good options to a square static world. And indeed these are the ways invaders follow.
(But of course to make a succesfull invasion, I needed an invitation and a promise for an orgy on plenty of fried good Ikarian potatoes from Perameria.)
Nothing to add except that «the orgy with plenty of good Ikarian potatoes from Perameria -panfried a la Belge» took place at last!
Monday September 3, 2007 – 08:34am (PDT)
Tuesday September 4, 2007 – 03:39pm (EEST)
«from an…» : «Βeautiful to the point of causing pain». That’s a perfect definition of a chimera -:)) I’m noting this down.p.s. «nude hiking trail»? whatever, but don’t shout it over the roofs. I don’t like «bears» -:lol:- and neither does Nana.
Wednesday September 5, 2007 – 10:54am (PDT)
Did you think that because I’m working full-time now, this blog would be left to dry out of new entries?
Did you think that the cute, nevertheless too abstract motto «Keep Free and Clean» would be our last?
Did you think that we were going to waste time and space on jokes or general principles?
Did you think we were just being rhetoric?
Did you? chk, chk, chk, chk…
You were wrong !
Nana is in hold of the reins now. And Nana is not for *legends* and metaphors and *female litterature* with many dots (…) at the ends of the sentences.
Nana is all for direct approaches. (*) Read her blog about
The language is Greek, I am afraid. But even if she wrote in Chinese, we should be glad that she gave the show away.
All this time I was under oath not speak openly about it. There were only a few cues in some of my photos of spurges in Flickr. *Where my Bunny used to hide* ; that was the code name. How could someone have guessed?
But now that she let out *the vice*, I will do my best to render some of the best parts translated in English. I’m not sure yet how; maybe as comments in her blog or as entries in mine.And I could also speak of my impressions as viewer for the small part I have seen; that is, a brown head on a proud neck moving in a sea of tall thorny shrubs. Did I say»moving»? Oh no… That was the slowest motion I have seen in my life. How else could it be? We are talking about some big thick threatening (genuine Gr–r–eeek) thorns here. But whenNana -my fakir- comes out of this rough spinose sea, she is scratchless!.. (**)
(*) that’s why I love her so much -she is so liberating…
(**) so it’s not a vice after all, isn’t it?.
love the pictures !
«the rest of the thorn trekker» – Η Ανάπαυση της Αγκαθοβάτισας» :))
Friday March 2, 2007 – 11:53pm (EET)
- Cão S…
love the picture too…:)
Sunday March 4, 2007 – 01:19pm (EET)
Ξέρω… Ξέρω… Αλλά γιατί ρε γαμώτο, ποτέ δεν θα υπάρξουν φωτογραφίες; Αν το παίξω «Άπιστος Θωμάς», θα μου δείξετε;
Monday March 5, 2007 – 11:13pm (EET)
Ωραία λοιπόν. Ακολούθησε με την άλλη φορά αν τολμας μέσα στα αγκάθια και θα σου κάτσω να τραβήξεις όσες φωτογραφίες θέλεις.
Tuesday March 6, 2007 – 11:15pm (EET)
Αποκλείεται να βρεθώ κάπου περικυκλωμένος από αγκάθια και παρέα με ένα θηλυκό «αγρίμι»
Thursday March 8, 2007 – 10:44pm (EET)
So it wasn’t the Lady but the Lord with the Lilies.
Nana «la fauve», my living library walking (on a perfect pair of legs btw) sent me this picture. Noone knows who he was, so they call him conventionaly «the King-Priest with the Lilies». This is from the palace of Knossos in Crete. Professeur Nana La Fauve says it’s from the 15-16th c. BC and adds that the lilies are ‘sea-lilies’ (θαλασσόκρινοι) and the ‘King-Priest» (tarara-tourouroum) is depicted on the seashore. The funniest thing is that in the begining scholars could not tell if these flowers were sea-lilies because they look much taller than sea-lilies. There was a big controversy that these were not actual flowers of the Cretan flora (even of 17000 y. ago), but oversized artistic depictions of imaginary plants. This meant that the Minoan school of art was not naturalistic but rather symbolic. Thus what we see on the frescoes were not images from real life but subjective exagerations in order to serve certain purposes …the state …the grandeur …blablabla …you know, all that…
It took years for scholars to realize that it was not the lilies that were oversized, but it was the «King-Priest» who was too short. He was just a kid !
Taken in consideration that the so-called ‘peoples of the sea’ (e.g. the Cycladeans and the Minoans) who lived in Greece before the Greeks, were no more than 1.60 m tall, the «Prince-Kid with the Lilies» should have only been less than 0.90m tall . Then came the Greeks who were much taller and could ride horses and they mixed with the ‘peoples of the sea’ and the average height of the population increased. But the lilies stayed the same -max.height 40 cm.
That’s all what Professeur Nana La Fauve from the university of the streets of downtown Athens (USDA) had to say about it.
there are times when people need to see Kings and high Priests and there are times that people need to see kids and lilies.
My opinion on the painting:
I’d hate to see in him a king or a priest even at young age. He is so cute that I would have to stop being a democrat and become a royalist just for him. So I say he is an actor -a young apprentice who rehearses the words and the gests of his part on the beach. If I were a cool, wealthy Minoan that’s exactly what I’d want to look at on a wall of my palace.
«tres bien, presque excellent !»
Prof Nana La Fauve (USDA)
Saturday February 4, 2006 – 11:21pm (EET)