Greece, travel

Αλόννησος. Alonissos

I am sure some of you if not many are already planning their summer holidays in Greece.

Some travel tips would probably help you with the place choice and the way of getting to it.

Sporades are, no doubt, worth visiting. They are situated to the north-east from Evia.

Let’s take Alonnisos. A very green island othewise called Liadromia has numerous fantastic beaches. The fastest and the cheepest way to get there is by a ferry from the tiny port Kymasi, Mantoudi, on the Evia island. One way trip per person costs around 20 euros.

For sure, you will find many rental proposals. Air_bnb has some good options: the householders propose their apartments from 33 euros per night. The prices on the Booking_com are reasonable as well: from 45 euros per night. Greek real estate sites have got nice choice, like a villa for 73 euros per night.

Here is an aerial video from Alonnisos island.

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Do not hesitate to discover new places and share your experience. Kali diamoni! Enjoy your stay!

Alonissos island, Sporades
photo from here
food

No tips

There’s seemingly no rule what day people give and when they do not give tips. Some days are good enough, but others very poor. I’ld call these last the Scrooge days.

Today was the Scrooge day. The young goodlooking and capricious French – daughters and sons of bourgeoisie de Paris – or else the blue-rinsed French women, they too capricious: here are two groups of people who never leave a penny at Mavrommatis. There were representatives of both today…

food

Greek food and French habits

26/11/2018: such a humid and grey day… Almost all of the French people who came for a lunch at Mavrommatis Passy ate KREATOPITA, a meat pie (meat wrapped in phyllo)! That’s what astonish me every time: they don’t know what others eat or have eaten and they order the same thing! my hypothesis is that the tastes and needs are directly linked to the weather.

Now you can cook kreatopita on your own, and follow the French example.

Another example: there was an epidemics of stuffed aubergines eating when the hot and sunny weather abruptly finished and changed for the cold one.

Today, after 4 hours work, I’ve got the tips: 7 euros and 42 cents for me + 4 euros for 2 people, Amara and Christos, who helped me with preparing the dishes.

I like this job; and still I think 630 euros per month is not enough. This amount would be OK if paid for one week.

Crete, nature, tourism

First time on Crete

Winter, 2004.

We took two ferry tickets to Rethymnon just before the departure from Piraeus and spent the whole night on the ship, me trying to sleep in my sleeping bag, he not feeling at ease to do the same. The moment of arrival was almost mystic: that was our very first trip not only to Crete, but also to Greece and to… Europe. It was still very dark, and the dark land of the Minoans was slightly approaching, it was hard to distinguish it from the dark sea. There were only the port lights and very intense aromas, a mixture of the ground, rain, sea salt, and sophisticated odors of the Cretan winter flora. We touched the land of Ariadne, inhaling this fantastic air. Slowly, step by step, we reached the center of Rethymnon and found one open fournos, where we took two Greek coffees and two tyropitas.

At dawn, life of this small town started to move slowly. We did not have any hotel or room for rent reservation. We arrived just like this, unprepared. Me, who by this moment could already link a couple of Greek words; he, speaking funny English. We bought a local newspaper with the local accommodation announcements, studied it for a while and started to call the owners. I felt very nervous and very unsure about our success, about my newly born Greek language, but we managed to find an apartment right in the old center of Rethymnon.

The owner’s name was Chrisoula, she told us on the phone that she would pick us up (we were at the telephone box at the old port). If you’ve ever been to Rethymnon, you probably know its traditional architecture, so we rented an apartment in a traditional house for 15 euros per night. However, it was freezing cold inside, so Chrisoula proposed us to occupy also another room, the one with heating, no additional fees. So we slept in the warm one and ate and watched TV in the cold one.

Chrisoula brought us a precious present: home-made tsikoudia. And after our supper, we drank some of this hot drink and went out for a walk, into – already and again – the dark town with its narrow romantic streets… And that was the best moment… we were laughing, we felt warm, happy like two lost, a little drunk souls, anonyms in an unknown town, on the land – huge island – breathing a powerful mythical aura.

nature, tourism

At the end of the world: Geraistos

Here, on the south-eastern Euboean coast near the Kastri village, you can find the harbour and the sanctuary of Poseidon Gerastios where the Achaeans stopped on their way back home after the Troyan war.

There is no sign at the place like “archaeological site…” and almost no human-made traces of the presence of the god. The traces are only natural.

Attention : those who do not love to cover great distances on foot, get prepared for the 40km trail or rent an off-road vehicle.

nature, tourism

Sougia, April 2009

Once upon a time, I came to Sougia just for one night. That was one of the most ridiculous and funniest trips like those when you come somewhere and can’t stop laughing. Because of a kind of absurdity which is difficult to explain. Sougia, that’s roughly a few houses and a beach between the rocks, on the southern Crete. The tiny village where I came by bus from Chania in the afternoon and understood straight away upon my arrival that there was nothing to do. But that’s a nice place for doing nothing.

There were a few Greeks at the bus stop, who hoped for some tourists. I asked how much would be your room. 11 euros, one said. Ok, let’s go. It was 50 meters from the sea, in the building the first floor of which occupied the local police office.

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The room of an hermit like me was very small, but I only needed a bed.

I had some time before sunset for a walk towards the ancient Lissos, not enough though to reach it and to come back.

Better to come here early in the morning. The next day, I had to return with the first bus to Chania…

 

Euboia, tourism

Fast hike in the dog day

Once upon a time, we decided to climb the mount Ochi (1.398 m) on the Euboia island. In summer. In one day, and to come back the same day. We were young and brave.

The way to the Ochi seemed to be short and easy when we contemplated it from below trying to guess which path and road we will follow. However, the optics of this area deteriorates the real condition of things and makes them seem closer. In fact, our ascension turned out to be higher and rather difficult. Quite difficult in the middle of our trail, and very difficult after we returned home.

No verdure covers the mountain. There are plenty of sources and small waterfalls at the bottom of the Ochi, and this is what makes the villages just above our city K. so attractive: they’re plunged into freshness and shadows. But after you leave behind you the last house of such a village, you cannot hope for a shadowy naturally green shelter anymore. Still, as we started our journey early in the morning, the sun was not burning until we reached the eastern slopes of the mountain.

At one spot, there was a bench of ancient roman columns of green marble called cipollino. There were mines in this area and for some reason the columns were left on the mountain without having been transferred down to the city of K.

The way to the summit was torny and painful. Per aspera ad astra… at some point the path met the road, oh, this could be a royal road to the sky, but the sun was already strong, and there was no shadow, and there was very little water left. I was not sure I would be able to climb the highest spot of the Ochi; if we were out of water, I would become exactly like this wild place – dried out and lifeless. We made a stop and had our lunch in a tube under the road, the only cool place, the only shadow on our way. The other end of the tube had a wonderful view to the eastern slopes of the mountain and to the sea.

There was only one hope: a bit higher, in a so called katafygio, in a hut for the rare tourists, we had to find some water. The hut was closed, we were the only two souls – and bodies suffering from thirst! – and there was water!!! Vrisi! How grateful I was…

We continued a bit later, after a good break. The top of the mount was still far, we passed by the tiny church of the Prophet Elias – the churches dedicated to Elias are mostly built in Greece high in the mountains. Later it was a legendary drakospito on our path, and that was it, that was almost the very top of the Ochi. The best location ever, the best panorama of the Cycladic and other islands, and an unexpectedly wonderful internet connection that was not working down in the city.

We had wine, we had lamb meat; the air was fresh and so cool up there. We needed nothing except return home that very day. We had so few time to enjoy the heights.

The way back and down was even more difficult. Once or twice we lost our way and gods bless me because I insisted on looking for the marked path which we lost, when A. proposed to take any of the old goat paths and go straightly down through the torny bushes which no one knows where they lead and how they end.

Those people in the villages above K. who saw us in the morning were extremely surprised to see us again and especially to hear that we climbed the Ochi, that we did it, and that now we were on our way home. In one day! It’s surely not a Greek way.

A. insisted that we go first to the sea to swim a bit because the sea it’s thalassotherapy you know and after that we will feel much better, no fatigue and no pain, relax you know, and that we go home only after this quick therapeutic bath. That was quite a crazy idea but I obeyed. I doubt we felt better afterwards. We came back on our last legs around midnight, and the next day we literally could not move our legs. Deep, huge muscle soreness did not allow us to leave our house the whole day after our adventure. The day after – same shit! We merely walked inside our apartment, and our motions looked too much like those of zombies… For around two weeks we were suffering from this terrible delayed onset muscle soreness…

– ‘Οχη? – No, thanks! ‘Οχι! Never ever again 🙂

 

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