My apologies for the title of this blog, but I couldn't resist it.
On his way out of the bar was Tim, who lives in a village
called Armeni up behind me (he’s the guy whose coffee bill has gone up because
I keep stopping in at his house during my walks). He turned round and walked
back in and we sat there enjoying a beer along with the owners of the bar:
Chris and Claire. At one point Tim said, ‘You should go with Chris and his
group – they go for a walk every Wednesday.’ Since I was in arrogant upswing
mood I replied, ‘Nah, they’d never keep up with me.’ Later I listened a bit
more closely. These walks are along various gorges. Later still, I meekly asked
if I could go with them and, despite my gob, was invited.
This Wednesday I met Chris, Brian and Margaret in
Makrigialos. Margaret drove us up the Pefki road and then up a fork from that,
up and up until it terminated at a point where you just turn round and drive
back. On the way up Chris pointed to a church and said, ‘We’re going a thousand
feet above that (first picture below).
As we set out along what was effectively a goat track I
realised this was going to be no pushover. Oh-oh, I thought, I’m about to be
taught a lesson.
First stop was Vreiko Cave.
Here's that church viewed from above on the other side - the white speck on top of that distant peak:
Here are Brian (with the hat) and Chris.
After Pefki we walked down Pefki Gorge to Makrigialos with
the temperature steadily rising all the way down. Up in the mountains it was
cool. Prior to this walk I was worried that I might get overheated walking ‘down
there’. What a prat. This walk was mostly ‘up there’ compared to where I walk
behind Papagianades.
Finally arriving back in Makrigialos I went for a much
needed swim. My pedometer read 10.3 miles. The things aren’t that accurate so
it could have been less could have been more, but it was certainly one hell of
a walk. Two days later now and I can still feel lead shot in my calf muscles.
Thanks Chris, Brian and Margaret.
So I met a guy down the pub the other day ... let me
rephrase that. I was down in Makrigialos and, since I sometimes find it painful
to be in there, I avoided Revans and walked into a bar called The Rock.
Thereafter the country got wilder and incredibly beautiful.
Here are Brian (with the hat) and Chris.
We negotiated a couple of gorges. Here's just a few views - got loads and every one is a postcard.
While we were walking I was ever on the lookout for a plant
called dictamus. This is the Cretan tea that is supposed to be a universal
panacea. I’ve just been told by a guy called Martin, who is painting my house,
that young Cretan men used to prove their manhood by climbing to remote spots
to collect the stuff. I’ve also heard that people have been killed while
collecting it. Anyway, I think the silvery stuff you see here in this ruined
village is the real deal, but I’ve been wrong before so don’t take my word for
it.
While we were walking, I kept checking my pedometer. Chris had
told me that the walk would be about 15 kilometres, so about 9 miles. This is
about what I’ve been walking up behind my house, but not on this kind of
terrain.
I forgot to check the distance but, after a number of hours,
we arrived at the village of Pefki where refreshments were in order.
Thanks Chris, Brian and Margaret.
11 comments:
Excellent! Lovely views - a bit like around here.
Just one thing - whose, not who's :-)
So who's the skinny bloke at the table?
Thanks Sue - duly corrected.
Phil, I'm half the man I was ... or, more precisely, I'm 86% the man I was.
Bloody spectacular views Neal. I'd attempt a walk like that for that scenery!
Beautiful pictures :)
Love the pictures. Such a different view of the country from what you've posted on your other walks - so incredibly rugged.
Wow: some views!
Not at all to Revans anymore? (mind you, I can understand why...)
Neal,
You are looking well.
Did you find any scorpions?
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