Deborah wrote in:
A couple of my favourite things, my best beach on Symi and my beautiful 12 year old standard Poodle who we named Symi so that we would be able to say “Symi” everyday. Have a good holiday and thank you for your blog – Deborah Ratcliffe
I thought that was rather a sweet email (and photo) thank you – thanks to everyone who sent in guest blogs for while I am away. I should, today, be in Belgrade and about to head back to Rhodes. J
Lonely house
I know horror stories are not everyone’s cup of tea, but this one isn’t too bloody. Well, okay, so there are some slightly gruesome bits in it, but it’s more of a thriller than a blood and guts rip’em up horror. I’m just showcasing it today in case you have friends or family who might fancy a copy for Crimbo, something dark and menacing to read by the fire on a cold winter’s night…
Here are parts of some reviews: “Having served up the excellent The Judas Inheritance which has been made into a film set on the wonderful Greek island of Symi, he now invites the reader to the Birthday Party from Hell. This excellent story has a very satisfactory outcome – depending on your moral compass. You will not be disappointed if you are a fan of the macabre.”
“A very good thriller. I loved it.”
“A real page turner and kept me guessing right to the end.”
Here’s the blurb:
Drover and Pete are two hopeful drifters looking for a better life. Desperate for food, they break into an isolated house deep in a forest. There they accidentally shoot an old man just as the rest of his family arrive for a birthday gathering.
Under intense suspicion from the family, the boys attempt to cover up the accident. But they are not the only ones keeping a murderous secret. Mistrust and deception unearth a primeval ritual as the lies give way to a terrifying truth.
With time running out and a deadly force closing in, Drover and Pete’s survival rests on the strength of their friendship, but they must face some horrific choices in order to stay alive.
Click to buy a copy: Lonely house
James Collins is the author of The Judas Inheritance on which is based the forthcoming feature film The Thirteenth, starring Kurtis Stacey, Rebecca Grant, Wookie Meyer, Richard Syms, and Lorna Doyle. He lives and works in Greece. This is his ninth novel and second horror-thriller.
(BTW: I just checked the 1066 Production website, the company making ‘the Thirteenth’ and it still shows ‘The Judas Curse,’ which was the original name for the film that was based on The Judas Inheritance. I know a lot of people are waiting to hear about the money they gave to this project and are wondering what is happening with it. Last I heard, it was still in post-production waiting for some edits, but the editor they found was working for free and now is on a contract with someone else and hasn’t got the time to finish the final visual edits; so that’s holding up the sound and music process. I suggest anyone wanting to know more contacts 1066 Productions directly as this is all I know. Their contact page is here: 1066 Productions contact.
A Symi day out from Ian. Ian is a first time visitor on Symi. He blogs at http://www.thelightroom.blogspot.co.uk/
We fell in to our first trip to Symi, only having booked our first holiday on the Island the week before. The usual research that goes in to a holiday never happened, no maps had been bought and no itinerary designed and no must visit list made. So at the orientation get together with Katia our tour company rep we signed up to do a trip across the island to visit the monastery of Michael Roukouniotis, a walk through the woods to the wine presses, on to the monastery of Panormitis where we were promised pies and at the end a trip at the beach at Marathunda.
It was very hot as we waited for the bus at the Hidden Courtyard but soon we were sitting in the cool of the bus. At the first stop, just off the road above the town, we looked at the view of the town. The view was fantastic looking down on Horio and across the harbour with the hills of Turkey in the distance.
The next stop was the monastery of Michael Roukouniotis. We wandered all around the site looking at the old church sitting under the newer church, admired the frescos and the twinned trunk of two trees growing in the grounds of the monastery. Then as the heat got hotter we were on to the walk through the forest to see the ancient wine presses.
Here we got lucky. We stopped by the Megalo Sotiris monastery and it was open. Never slow in looking at a bonus monastery we all had a quick look around before heading off into the woods to see the wine presses.
The woods thankfully were cooler and the hours walk wandering through the pine trees and looking at the presses and Mihail Kourkouniotis church, was not as tiring as we feared but the path we were following was across some rocky terrain.
Dropping down to the road again to be meet the bus we had our first view of Panormitis.
The road to Panormitis is a series of sharp hairpin bends that drop down to the monastery. By the time we arrived the only pies left were cheese so as we wandered around we were looking at everyone wondering if it was them that eaten all the pies. As time was short we did not do the museum leaving that for next year. A drink at the taverna and it was back in the bus and on to the beach at Marathounta. Here the big decision had to be made food or a swim. As it was very hot the swim won so after fighting the goats we had a short swim in the clear water of the bay.
The trip back in the bus was fun with the stereo blaring out traditional bazooki music. What was interesting was the speed of the bus seemed to be directly related to the beat of the music. This was fine until the last bit of the trip dropping down from the hills into Horio which synchronized with the climax of a very fast piece of music!
Other photos from Ian:
The Symi Visitor forum has been at its new home of http://symiforum.com for almost a year now and is as popular as ever with regulars chatting about their Symi holidays, and prospective visitors looking for information about the island.
Some posters on the site have taken the trouble to write a full report of their visit, sometimes in retrospect after they return home or, more recently, while they are on the island as a kind of holiday blog. Now, with WiFi being so widespread and the advent of smartphones and tablet computers, posters include pictures in their blogs too.
Most of the trip reports are written by regular visitors to Symi but earlier this year we had one from a first time visitor and it was fascinating to read his daily blog as he was seeing the place for the first time. He was, of course, smitten by Symi’s charms and has already booked again for next year.
According to the statistics on the forum these ‘Trip report’ topics are by far the most popular with our members so we have moved them to a dedicated area of the site to avoid them getting lost beneath more recent posts:
http://symiforum.com/viewforum.php?f=19
They make ideal reading for cold winter days when we’re all missing the sun and planning our next Symi break.
A Night at the Monastery – from Janet
Prior to the completion of the final part of the road to Panormitis, we walked the spinal road, a mix of tarmac and dirt, between Yialos and the monastery. Rather than retrace our steps we decided to take the soft option and return on the ferry. When the ticket seller learnt we had walked from Yialos he was most generous and insisted we travelled back for free.
On that first visit we were enchanted with the tranquillity of the area and vowed that if we returned to Symi we would spend a night at Panormitis. And so on a later visit and after the tarmac had been laid, we boarded the bus in Yialos, along with all we needed for an overnight stay, including ingredients for our pasta supper. On arrival, it was just as serene as we remembered. We made our way inside the monastery, where after being presented with holy oil, we paid for our accommodation and with the linen provided, made our way along the first floor to a room overlooking the bay.
We bought tiropittas from the bakery for our lunch and the afternoon was passed with Peter fishing while I perched on a rock and worked on my Greek language homework. In the evening, we sat on the balcony; ate our pasta supper and drank wine whilst overlooking the soporific bay, with just a few boats and small yachts bobbing up and down. Before we retired, we took a walk along the harbour front, taking photographs of the imposing monastery with its ornate bell tower illuminated against the night sky.
Ready for a good night’s sleep we settled within our room and then ‘they’ started. ‘They’ were mosquitoes; a veritable invasion! We had always been prepared on visits to Greece for mosquitoes but with no presence in Horio, where we were staying; we assumed the rest of the island would be the same. So we arrived at Panormitis with no mosquito repellents; we were totally ill-equipped. After Peter spent time swatting, in an effort to reduce their numbers; we spent the night, fully dressed with the sheets firmly tucked round our bodies and over our heads, virtually mummified! All night we listened to the ceaseless buzzing of these midge-like flies that had made their entry via a hole in the window net. Sleep was impossible. Never has dawn been so welcome, when finally the buzzing stopped and it was safe to remove the sheets.
Stepping outside onto the balcony, red eyed from lack of sleep; the sun was shining the sea blue and all was calm. With a fisherman out in the bay, casting lines from his boat, it was difficult to imagine a night here could have been so unpleasant. Did we dream it? No, the irritating bites on our bodies, from the mosquitoes that had managed to penetrate the folds in the sheets, was evidence enough that no way had this been a dream.
The moral of this story is – take care about the assumptions you make, especially when in a mosquito frequented country!
