In which we see our valiant walkers find respite on a veranda, capture a stone-chat on camera, and deal with a large plate of meat.
Down that hill (see yesterday’s post if you haven’t already) and we find ourselves at the Catacombs. Not sure if it’s been done on purpose or by the weather but there are now four openings; the old one (well, they are all old dummy! How old and for what reason built are other questions), where you drop down into the hole in the ground, which is actually a roof-collapse I think; an apse collapse per’aps? Then there are two areas where the rocks have slid away leaving gaps acting like windows into one of the side chambers, though these could have been doors at one point; and then one other entrance that looks again like a collapse, but where you can get down and inside, to stand on the bone and goat poo covered floor. Worth a careful look around if you are visiting.
Next door is the church, or rather the three chapels, and the mosaic where we stopped to make out the man with the camel, a deer, the partridge, a boat under sail and a something-else in the old, Roman floor. And then, after a short walk down, we were at sea level and on the way back – via a stop off to see Jeanette and Todge and be offered a welcome glass of wine on the veranda.
The route back that we took was around the coast road where we saw a raven, a stone chat and a goldfinch or two. Neil got some shots of some of the birds which I will share if he shares them with me. We also passed Habib and Velocity of their way for a swim – it was a warm day though cloudy at times, and wandered back into Yialos about four hours after we’d started from Horio.
We passed a new gathering of refuges at the police station, having noted that a couple of the impounded boats are now being kept over at the old fish farm, a couple are still in Yialos, and noted that the Christmas lights are up, but were not yet turned on.
Lunch was a bit of a meat feast at Olivia where a litre of wine is only €7.00, which is a bit of a bargain as at most other places it’s at least €5.00 for only half a litre.
We considered the bus, which was due to set off having long returned from Roukouniotis, as it was now getting towards dusk, but instead headed up the ‘lazy steps’, which, according to some book I read, are not the lazy steps at all; they are further along the coast road near the Port Police station. Up into Horio and, as Yiannis Rainbow is in Athens having his operation and that bar is closed, stopped at Lefteris’ for one on the way home. And then, as it was still too early to get home, stopped at Petros and Zoi’s Village Café for one more on the way to being on the way home, and then, just because it was such a cosy place to be, had one more one more before finally heading home (having been to the supermarket and caused havoc with the picture of the sacrificial altar).
And then to an evening of watching the new Spiderman film to about a third of the way in before falling asleep at around nine in the evening. Now that’s how you spend a Sunday on Symi in the winter.
![Coming down the hillside, to where we will join that riverbed, we came across a strange stone. One huge slab of white rock that has been dressed, you can see chisel marks in it, very worn so probably very old. Thing is, this rock must weigh a couple of tonnes and it is not the same rock as thereabouts; it had been brought here at some point, and for some reason. There is evidence around that the area may have been occupied; some straight edges to some of the ground rocks (or could that be coincidence?) and certainly some large ruined buildings including another windmill – lower down the ridge fromt the Roukouniotis windmill. So, the question is, what was this stone used for? Our guesses ranged from a sacrificial altar, through a grave marker, to a chart table, which is what we used it as we laid out the map to see if it was marked as an historic monument. It wasn't. [Later that evening, I asked Sotiris at the supermarket if he had any ideas, as I know he has land and farms out that way. He told me it was a sacrificial altar, and laughed. He had no idea either. So, if you know, please put answers on a postcard and email them to me. Ta.] Back to the walk. From Aslan’s Table (my name for it) we headed across the hillside and over a wall, getting in a nice but mild bit of rock climbing, and then skirted along the edge of the riverbed, high up, traversing a dodgy part at one point with only a flimsy metal fence to cling to if we should slip – more rock climbing, brought back fond memories of my days in harness and ropes (but that’s another story) and almost gave me the bug back, and the vertigo was not an issue. And onwards… Now, if you are following this on a map, we are opposite the ancient landmark of 12 ΣΠΗΛΙΑ, or 12 Caves, of which there was not sight or sound. But talking of sound, here’s a little video where you can hear what the walk was like after we’d met the ponies and just after Aslan’s Table. They are goat bells you hear; a whole herd was coming down that hillside you can see in the middle distance. I’d provide you with the smell of wild oregano and sage (took some home) if I could, but that's not yet possible on a WordPress blog. So, onwards past the invisible Spilia, and now we round a corner where we can see the sea and Nimborio. And that’s for tomorrow when we find catacombs, mosaics and a glass of wine.](https://symidream.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Walking-through-the-Kato-Meria-are-of-Symi-22.jpg)
