BAD: the electric network is old and very badly maintained, so lightnings
cause many blackouts.
GOOD: the lightnings show superwow in a blackouted landscape at night.
SO-SO: I tried to take a picture of a lightning and of course I failed. I mean, it didn’t come up as good as I expected. I also captured the rain on the trees and the strange light in the sky.
P.S. I may catch pneumonia with these acrobatics one day. I will not be my fault. It will be yours, oh my readers ! Start collecting money for my hospitalization…
Μια χαρά είναι η αστραπή σου! «Ρομφαία» όπως την αποκαλείς!!!
Wednesday March 15, 2006 – 10:59pm (EET)
..Hello readers !
The telephones had been out of order and I thought I was never going to post this entry but then …oops the lines came back to life. No matter what people say about the Greek telephone company (OTE), everybody admits that the local technicians are a team of Super Marios!
They can handle this network which really looks like a VG environment -lines hanging over ravines, buried under snow, poles standing over cliffs or dragging along barbed wire fences and through tree branches, not to mention the altitudes, the freezing wind etc. etc.
(Greeks are no good at solving ordinary problems, but if it comes to facing crises -oooh they fly!!! That’s why the Olympic games in Athens were such a success. They were looked at as a “man against fate” or “fate against man” situation and I assume (and hope) that they go on being looked at in the same way, because now we have to pay the bill and it’s an outrageous ammount of money !!)
I don’t really know why I wrote that introduction.
I feel so good after my visit in Rahes and the hospitality that I received from Angelos’ family strengthened my moral. My situation in the ‘barn’ was not dramatic at all really, only that I’m a ‘city-girl’ as far as electricity is concerned and long power failures get me down. There was no power in Rahes either, but that’s a very special village and there people are very independent and self-sufficient.
So there were two stoves in the house, one with wood and the other with oil, the fire-place (which btw is very small and funny because it’s elevated and looks like a TV), there are about 10 oil lamps and many candles, wine and an always ready gas cooker to boil spaghetti. They eat a lot of spaghetti there because they have kids who love them. In other houses they rejoiced on pork chops on the charcoal of their fireplaces. The smell almost made me faint as we entered the village. It was pitch dark and the place looked deserted if not for the smell of pork chops on charcoal …
——————————-I will get back to the subject eventually…..
Also “city girl” but sometimes I wish I could experience something like that. Everything is so much more appreciated.
Wednesday May 13, 2009 – 01:09am (EEST)
I was forced to. They kicked me out of work on a forced break because I was getting sort of that disease the Japanese get from overworking. They even gifted me a camera to pass the time playing with it. BTW, I have just added the photo of a blackouted Christos Rachon.
Wednesday May 13, 2009 – 12:14pm (PDT)
I mean I added it here in this entry.
Wednesday May 13, 2009 – 12:15pm (PDT)
Good evening readers!
Though I wasn’t able to take a shot of the full moon the other day, I went for a hike and found many beautiful waters the following morning.
After that I have been very angry and tense during the last 28 hours.
For starters I tried to html my photos into this blog and it didn’t work. I thought I’d blast it, then I changed my mind.
~~~ This is just another blog, that’s what it is after all. Masterpieces aren’t made for free. ~~~~ 😉
Then my cat came back from her all night wild sex orgies and she gave me a blank look («how stupid of you to think that we know each other».) She emptied her bowl though, and I was pleased, so I didn’t kill her.
I’m jealous of my cat.
All of a sudden the sky cleared up around noon yesterday and I rushed out to take photos. Some came out all right but I forgot myself out there in the fields and so I burnt my lunch ! Fortunately I hadn’t invited anyone. I met my cat in the fileds («who might you be, misses«?) and she let me take one (1) photo of hers
(«I should have charged you 10 euros for that, but I don’t feel like making money today».)
After eating my (burnt) lunch I worked in the garden for a while until the «sorocco», the mad southeastern wind started blowing from the mountaintops. I don’t mind sorocco much because it’s warm, but this time it was cold. So I got back indoors and spent some time on the computer writing my stuff. I also prepared the photos. There was one with a blooming almond tree loaded with an also blooming parasite plant like an ivy and it was such a success. But when I tried to lower the analysis so that I was able to post it in Flickr, the whole composition blurred and the colors fused into each other. I don’t want to upload photos of a size over 130 KB. In other countries they have fast connections even at home, but in Greece the system and the lines are poor and most internet users go on 30.000 bps. Connections also are very expensive.
So if I want my pictures to be seen by the Greeks I have to keep them small and fast. So I’m not posting my tree pic -just another one of those things of today.
St Athanassios Name day: Greeks celebrate their name days, that is the day the church celebrates the saint whose name they were given when they were baptized. I was baptized and named Eleni in a Greek orthodox church in Brussels Belgium. The priest plunged me naked (I was a baby, ok?) three times in the water in a bronze basin looking like a xxxxl old fashioned wine cup. I cried my lungs out and so I became a Christian. From then on my name day is Sts Constantine and Helen’s day on May the 21st.
That was a parenthesis.
So I visited two friends who are she-Athanassios, that is they are named
Athanassia. (Girls can have names of male saints, but not the opposite. Boys aren’t given the names of female saints. For example, although my name is very common, I never met a Greek man called Elenos. The Greeks are very aware that the male sex is unstable and tends to alter. This is why I think they don’t give their baby-boys female saint names, in case they do not grow up to be men but women.)
In one of the two Athanassias’ house I met some people who were hysteric about the bird flu. I had had a couple of stiff drinks, so I was stupid enough not to just say chk-chk-chk and po-po-po but to engage in the conversation.
I said that there was nothing that we should be afraid of because we do not share our houses with the chickens as in some retarded areas of Anatolia or Indonesia, our children play nintendos and not with ducklings in the pools and we have refrigerators so we don’t have to carry live birds around as presents or to the market. It was stupid of me to say these things. People knew all that already and my speech made them feel I was a know-all foreign bitch.
The real reason for their anxiety wasn’t the bird flu but the fact that the people of Ikaria feel (and are) far away from the government in Athens.
They are always afraid that the government would prove inefficient in an
However I don’t think there will be an emergency. I have traveled to Turkey and I have seen what the situation is like outside tourist resorts…
As I was feeling tense, a clearly good thing happened: I started exchanging
e-mails with a German hobby botanist who is planning a trip to Ikaria. He visited the island many years ago when there were no paths or directions or anything, a time when local people advised the nature lovers to walk on the main roads so that they wouldn’t get lost or tired. I wrote just for the fun of talking about plants as well as to assure him that this time his visit will be successful -the paths of Ikaria and especially the ones in the way they were re-designed in Rahes, were not planned just for sportspeople or as an alternative to the beach on a stormy day. They lead or run across places. I mean real meaningful ‘places’ -interesting sites. I hope my German friend writes to us a short report from his botanical trip to Ikaria. We do not have any in the file «environment» of
I also received a few nice comments under my photos at Flickr.
Even that old ‘pink’ beach shot of mine
attracted attention, oh my.
Now it’s foggy and raining. There was a short blackout too. We rather suffer
from electric pole flu. I felt like screaming, but the power came back soon after.
I turned on the comp and I’m sending out this blog.
Γεια σας τωρα
Αυριο η μεθαυριο παλι
Go ahead and upload big photos to flickr! They resize them so that nobody downloads the big versions unless they click the «all sizes» button. Some of mine are > 2mb.
Thursday January 19, 2006 – 07:32pm (EST)
to Ψ : I’ll try to do what you say, but you also have to consider that my computer and my phone line is no better than what one would expect to find in a ‘barn’
Saturday January 21, 2006 – 01:24pm (PST)
Στις πηγές του Μύρσωνα είναι τα νερά;
Σε πειράζει να βγάλω ένα μονοπάτι μέχρι εκεί;
Έχει πολλά κατσίκια εκεί γύρω;
Friday January 20, 2006 – 10:50pm (EET)
Μα εχει μονοπατι, σημαδεμενο με σωρους απο πετρες.
Ναι εχει πολλα κατσικια. Λιγο λιγο θα τα φανε ολα και μετα το βουνο θα πεσει κατω ! Ηδη ολα τα ρυακια ειναι γεματα χαλικια και αμμο.
Καλα, δεν υπαρχει αλλη δουλεια να κανει κανεις στην Ικαρια απο το να εξαπολυει ελευθερα κατσικια στα πιο ωραια μερη και να τα τρωνε ! ΤΑ ΤΡΩΝΕ, ΛΕΜΕ!
Saturday January 21, 2006 – 01:14pm (PST)
Τhere’s great news about this ! Your instinct brought you to a very remarkable place. Somewhere on a hilltop between the three streams which unite to make Myrsonas you must have ran across several old houses, didn’t you?
These houses are of the 17th century or earlier. Stray goats use them for shelter now and destroy their remarkable stone-made walls and roofs (goats can do that all right -everybody knows that). Anyway, this is the long searched for ‘lost village’ (το χαμένο χωριό). As I wrote in my testimonial for you in Flickr (and thank you for accepting it) Ikaria ‘opens inwards’ not outwards and this was a good example. I discovered it by chance while I was trying to draw a possible new long distance trail across this strange area (I shall call it ‘the sources of Myrsonas -as «sources of the Nile» -Livingstone forgives). I found and followed some very old (almost completely erased) red marks on the ground and some stone piles here and there.
Simon (you know who) sent me several BW photos of the houses of the lost village. I suppose you took pictures too when you were there. If so, even if they are not good enough, please post them in your blog. Σε παρακαλώ πολύ. If you don’t feel like, don’t waste time to write anything under each one. You ‘ve done already so much. I’ll make the comments if that’s ok with you.
Monday January 23, 2006 – 11:02pm (EET)
I obey, master
I live to serve
Tuesday January 24, 2006 – 02:46am (PST)