Photos of Roukoniotis, Symi

A small collection of images taken at the monastery last week. (Click to enlarge) [caption id="attachment_13149" align="aligncenter" width="300"]Symi Greece photos In the outer courtyard[/caption] [caption id="attachment_13150" align="aligncenter" width="225"]Symi Greece photos The older chapel[/caption] [caption id="attachment_13151" align="aligncenter" width="225"]Symi Greece photos Door carving[/caption] [caption id="attachment_13152" align="aligncenter" width="300"]Symi Greece photos Frescoes[/caption] [caption id="attachment_13153" align="aligncenter" width="300"]Symi Greece photos Frescoes[/caption] [caption id="attachment_13154" align="aligncenter" width="300"]Symi Greece photos Frescoes[/caption] Just images today, no words, but then a picture paints a thousand, so you've actually had a few thousands words' worth - Oh, you want Wordsworth? Well, I wandered lonely as a cloud...
Monday, October 20th, 2014 No Comments
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Quick catch up

We’re having a wonderful holiday week, thanks for asking. It’s been pretty full on with three meals a day most days and a few glasses of wine after work at the bar. [caption id="attachment_13144" align="alignleft" width="300"]Symi Greece photos At Roukoniotis with Lyndon[/caption] We took a trip out to the wine presses the other day, and called in at Megalis Sotiris before heading over to Roukoniotis and the monastery there. This is currently being renovated and work was going on as we looked around. It did mean that the nice chaps who are doing the work were able to let us see the ancient chapel underneath the newer one, and there will be some more photos of this on Monday – as I am also getting Monday’s blog post ready as I will be on my way back from Rhodes in the morning. [caption id="attachment_13145" align="alignright" width="300"]Symi Greece photos View from Megalos Sotiris[/caption] We’ve also met up with an old friend from Brighton who took her holiday here on the strength of Neil’s photos, so well done you. We’ve eaten at (let me see if I can remember all the places …): Katsaras, Taverna Zoi, Mandeio, Georgio’s, the Olive Tree, the Windmill, To Spitiko, Meraklis, and have also been to the Sunrise, the Rainbow and Eva’s, and I am sure I have forgotten a few watering holes. I am writing this on Friday with the smell of big beans cooking coming through the house, and while, at the same time, making up some vegetarian thing with lentils for lunch. We may be eating out later if I can still move after all this feeding (and no jogging for a few days now either). Mother is on the terrace reading and fending off the alarm cat and I am trying to get a few admin things done and up to date before the weekend. The weekend is going to include a trip to Rhodes and the airport on Sunday. [caption id="attachment_13146" align="alignleft" width="300"]Symi Greece photos At Megalis Sotiris[/caption] Meanwhile: the wine night last Monday was fantastic and loads of people came down, around 75 we reckon, and so that was a nice send off. Neil’s starting to pack up the shop though it is still open and he keeps getting jobs to do, but he is now able to be more flexible with his hours. There are still some visitors here, a lot of French people all of a sudden, and the cruise ships and day boats are still coming in. The weather is warm, a bit humid at times, there have been occasional drops of light rain, but nothing major and it’s set to be fair for a while longer yet. Okay, now it’s back to those beans…
Saturday, October 18th, 2014 No Comments
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Meanwhile at a graveyard in Turin (part five)

In which we gratefully find the concluding part of this five day ramble about a time I once went to Turin and stayed at a campsite. We’re driven down from northern Europe and found ourselves booked into a portacabin, in a graveyard, on top of a hill, in Turin, in the drizzle, and are now arriving for our ‘tourist dinner.’ The story continues… [caption id="attachment_13137" align="alignleft" width="300"]Symi Greece photos Classic Symi view[/caption] Seven twenty five came and we emerged from our tent dressed casually, as you tend to do when camping: Jeans, a shirt that, though clean, had not seen an iron since London, a crumpled jacket each in case it rained, trainers. And we headed across the graveyard-cum-campsite towards the portacabin fearing the worst. We rounded the corner and stopped dead in our tracks. The carpark was glittering with highly polished Maserati sports models, shiny new Lamborghini, special edition Ferraris and several other things that wouldn’t look out of place in a Park Lane car dealership window. A bit of a pause. [caption id="attachment_13138" align="alignright" width="300"]Symi Greece photos To Vrisi[/caption] ‘Good job we booked,’ I said, inching my way between something costing over half a million pounds and what I suspected was a Bentley. But the car park was only the start of it. Inside, the site hut-cum-canteen had been transformed. The plastic chairs were still there, but the tables were covered and the lighting seemed softer, there was music playing and the room was humming. Just about every table was taken, and those that were not were ‘reserved.’ Through some kind of Cinderella-the-Panto magic quick-change, the canteen had become a restaurant, complete with atmosphere. The diners, to a man (and lady) were dripping with jewels, their outfits were top-range designer, they all looked like models, young and stunning, or older and suave; they were, as far as we could see, the Turin jet, jade and diamond, set. [caption id="attachment_13139" align="alignleft" width="300"]Symi Greece photos Village in the morning light[/caption] We, feeling rather underdressed, stood and wondered what to do. No one stared, the room didn’t fall silent, there was no piano to stop playing and the doors didn’t creak as they swung shut behind us, but we did feel very out of place. Until the lady from before waved us cheerily up to the counter, explaining in Italian that we had booked. The counter seemed a very long way off but, as we approached, the cast of ‘Italy’s Next Top Model’ nodded and smiled as we passed, some said good evening, and we were being welcomed. Our lady sat us at a ‘reserved’ table, smiling and chatty. There was already the bottle of wine, and a bottle of mineral water and within seconds our Tourist Dinner had arrived. ‘Excuse me,’ I ventured, ‘but is there something special happening tonight?’ ‘No,’ she replied, ‘why do you ask?’ [caption id="attachment_13140" align="alignright" width="300"]Symi Greece photos A Symi standard[/caption] There is no big bang ending to this story, except to say that the meal was perfect, the canteen completely filled up and there was music and dancing carrying on long into the night. In the morning I took an early walk through the grounds. There was a mist, the day promised to be warmer. Jewelled spiders webs were thrown casually across dew-damp gravestones as though the Duchess had grown weary of her Boucheron necklace and discarded it on her way back to the Bugatti. A dove cooed in a pine tree, and the world below was still; the city was yet asleep. But the car park was empty, the canteen closed. It was as if the previous night had been some kind of mysterious time slip. Maybe it had. If you happen across this campsite be sure to check it out and make sure you book.
Friday, October 17th, 2014 No Comments
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